A long rope of pre-cum oozed from the tip of Daniel's chub as he watched Lisa lying naked in the sun. He had not been this horny for a long time, but then it had been a long time since either he or Lisa had the opportunity to relax enough to be horny.
The last few months have been excruciatingly busy for both of them. Long days, long nights and long weekends at work. If one of them was working at home in the evening, the other stayed at the office, catching up there. Weekends were the same, one at home and one pulling a shift at the office.
Finally, a month a go, they had seen the light at the end of the tunnel and had persuaded a friend to lend them his secluded cabin for a week. They were all packed on Thursday night, ready for an early get away Friday afternoon, when Daniel's boss called. An RFP had come in after hours on Thursday, and the company had to get it prepared for Monday morning.
"Listen," Daniel said to Lisa, "We both really need this time away, but I've got to work on this RFP this weekend. Why don't you go up to the cottage without me? You can spend some quiet time, luxuriate in the bath, and catch up on some reading.
"I'll be finished by mid-morning on Monday, then I drive right up and we'll still have the rest of the week together. I'll stop off on the way and get a couple of really nice T-bones at the butcher's and a nice bottle of Bordeaux for our first evening together."
Lisa hesitantly agreed. She was not particularly enchanted by the thought of a weekend by herself, but she knew that this contract was very important to Daniel's company.
"If it has to be this way, then so be it," Lisa replied, "but don't let them keep you any longer than absolutely necessary."
"You can count on it."
Friday morning seemed to last forever to Lisa. Keeping her concentration on the mundane tasks that were left after the hectic last couple of months was nearly impossible. At noon, she said her goodbyes to her co-workers and drove home to pack the food in the car, everything else having been packed the night before. Then it was a two-hour drive to the cottage.
The sun was alone in the cerulean sky as Lisa put some classic rock tunes into the CD player and headed for the country. She got lost in the music and the purring of car on the highway, and before she knew it she was at the turn off. Another thirty minutes of slower, dusty and winding roads brought her to the cottage.
The cottage sat about a hundred feet above a semi-private lake. There were only a half dozen properties that were allowed to be developed on the lake, and the next closest of these was almost a thousand yards away on the far side of a forested spit.
Trees were scattered down the hill leading to the shore, enough trees to provide a good deal of privacy, but not to diminish the view of the lake. A small dock held a fourteen-foot runabout and some fifty feet from shore was a raft. The shoreline consisted of mostly flat rocks, about three feet above the waterline, perfect for sunbathing.
It took about half an hour for Lisa to unpack the car and put away the food and clothes. She changed into her bikini, popped a beer and headed down to the lake.
It WAS peaceful, though she already missed Daniel and could not help but think of him stuck back in the office. Finishing her beer, Lisa took a quick dip into the cool water of the lake. The sun was lowering in the sky as Lisa ascended the hill back to the cottage.
The sun, the drive, the beer and the frenzied pace of the past couple of months hit her all of a sudden. She decided that a nice bath, after a light supper, and early to bed would suit her just fine.
Lisa made herself a Greek salad and sat out on the deck to eat. The swallows came out as the sun began to set and Lisa enjoyed some time watching them dart through the trees chasing insects. As the sun finally disappeared below the horizon, she went back into the cottage for the evening.
Putting some Grover Washington, Jr. on the stereo and lighting some candles in the bathroom, Lisa drew herself a nice hot bath, adding just a touch of lavender oil to the water. Easing into the water with a glass of cool white wine, she could feel her tensions start to fade. She slid down into the bath, until the water was up to her neck, closed her eyes and started to think of Daniel.
Almost two months, she thought, since we last really made love. Unconsciously, Lisa opened her legs as her hands moved down to her cunt. In small circular motions, she started to rub her swelling lips. Without thinking, she began to probe the folds of her cunt with one hand; her other hand slid up to her breast and started to squeeze her hard brown nipple. Her breathing quickened and her fingers probed faster and deeper into her hot wetness.
The hand that had been manipulating her stiff nipple moved over to the other tit and pulled on that nipple. The fingers in her cunt slid out of her hole and began working on her now enlarged clit. As she was getting close to climax, Lisa stopped.
"I really should wait for Daniel," she said out loud, "I really owe it to both of us."
With that, she got out of the tub, dried herself off and walked to the bedroom. The bath had loosened her up, and as she stretched out the last couple of kinks, she caught her reflection in the mirror on the dresser.
"Not bad," she murmured.
Turning on the lamp on the dresser, Lisa started to take a more critical look at her body. At five feet seven inches, Lisa was a little taller than average, but not enough that she stood out in a crowd (unless she had heals on). Her breasts were nicely rounded, with a little bit of extra weight underneath that made her brown nipples stick up just a touch. A slender waist flared out to full, but not heavy, hips and she exhibited a bit of a belly, but not so much that she could not wear a slinky dress now and then with a lot of style. Firm thighs and nicely turned calves gave Lisa a great set of legs ("Long enough that that ended up making an ass of themselves," as Daniel would say).
At one time, her auburn hair had hung mid-way down her back, but a few years ago she had cut it so that it now just touched her shoulders. Lisa enjoyed making herself look good for Daniel, and she spent a great deal of time giving herself manicures and pedicures so that, now, she had nails some women would pay big money to get at a salon. Today both her finger and toenails were painted a deep, almost blood, red.
If the style of the hair on her head had not changed a lot in the past few years, the same could not be said for her pubic hair. Shortly after they had started going out, Daniel had suggested that Lisa shave her pussy. She was somewhat embarrassed by this at the time, but after the reaction she got the night Daniel came to bed and found her completely shaved, she had kept herself bald, until fairly recently that is. In the last year or so, Lisa had started to change her shave on a regular basis; one month would be the Brazilian, the next the Landing Strip and the next the Veefer. Currently, though, she had resorted back to a complete shave.
As she admired herself in the mirror, Lisa began to run her hands over her still excited body. Taking both her tits in her hands she started to slowly knead them. She ran her fingers over her taught nipples, then gently squeezed and pulled them, bringing them back to full hardness. She could feel her juices starting to flow and her hands automatically sought her cunt.
Standing with her legs a little more than shoulder width apart and still looking in the mirror, Lisa spread her cunt lips to reveal her clit. Keeping herself spread with one hand, she moistened the middle finger of the other hand and started to rub her clit.
It wasn't long before she was moaning softly as she watched herself masturbate. Stopping for just a moment, she pulled the make-up bench from the recess in the dresser and put her foot up on it, while at the same time turning her knee outward, so she could better see her hot cunt. She slid a finger into her wet hole for more lubrication, then continued to work her clit.
As her hips started to pump of their own accord, Lisa grabbed a tit again and pulled hard on her stiff nipple. With her cunt juices beginning to cover her thighs, she plunged two fingers deep inside herself. Faster and faster she smacked her fingers into her hot hole, the palm of her hand slapping against her clit, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. As she watched her fingers piston in and out of her cunt, she squeezed her nipple until it hurt then grabbed the other nipple and pulled it until it burned.
With both hands again at her cunt, she spread herself as wide as she could and rubbed her clit. As she came, Lisa felt a squirt of liquid hit her thigh. Her breaths came in ragged gasps pushing out small mewling noises. Looking in the mirror, Lisa saw herself flush with passion, tits and cunt swollen, nipples and clit erect and hard.
This is what Daniel sees every time we make love; pretty impressive if I do say so myself, the thought snickered in her head.
Slowly calming down, Lisa put back the stool, turned out the light and slid into the bed. The sheets chafed her sensitive nipples.
As she lay drifting into sleep, she anticipated Daniel's arrival and thought about how they might spend their time during the coming week.
The following morning dawned bright and clear and it promised to be a hot day. Rising early, Lisa felt extremely refreshed after a good night's sleep. The lake, viewed through the trees. Looked like a mirror. Lisa decided that an early morning swim was just what she needed.
She walked down to the lake and stood on the shore for a few minutes, admiring the reflection of the tree clad hills on the opposite shore and enjoying the chorus of the songbirds.
Being that there was no one within almost three-quarters of a mile, Lisa stepped out of her robe and slipped naked into the cool water of the lake.
Lisa was an excellent swimmer and within a few minutes she was several hundred yards from the shore. The water sliding over her body felt wonderful and the tranquility of the lake made Lisa all but forget the frenetic pace of work over the past few months. She stopped swimming and lay floating on her back, lost once again in the songs of the birds and considering the blue vault of the sky.
As she floated out in the middle of the lake, Lisa's thought turned to Daniel. She hoped that everything was going well for him and anticipated his arrival on Monday afternoon. Finally, it was time to return to shore and brew up a pot of nice hot coffee.
