At work one day, you receive a telegram. Curiously opening the envelope, of course expecting bad news, you are delighted by the invitation that you've received...it says "meet me at the cabin at 7:30 tonight...don't be late!"
Hurriedly, you finish your work, and grabbing your things, rush out the door, glancing at your watch. Damn, only three hours to be there. Racing to your car, you throw open the door and jump inside. Starting the engine, you race away from work and towards the scenic mountains only a few short hours away.
Upon approaching the cabin in the dark, you notice that the cabin is strangely dim. Knowing that you had a rendezvous there in just a few moments, you thought it would've been much brighter inside the tiny, secluded log house.
Parking the car, and switching off the engine, you glance tentatively at the cabin door, waiting anxiously for me to throw it open and run out to greet you. But, the door remains closed.
Opening the car door, you step out, stretch and walk towards the porch, wondering what could be happening. Reaching for the door knob and twisting it, you push the door open to glance inside the cabin...
...Before you is the darkened living room, lit only by dozens and dozens of burning candles. You enter cautiously, stepping quietly into the room and closing the door behind you. Further into the room, you see a small table set up in the center of the room, two tall candles burning in it's center, empty plates and glasses adorning each side. A bucket of ice, with a bottle of wine, chills on a stand next to it. Calling my name, you wait for my answer...
...When you receive no response, you walk to the table and look down over it. You see a small note placed on one plate. Picking it up, you read it's contents. It says, "take off your jacket and sit on the couch...close your eyes!"
Removing your jacket, you hurriedly sit on the long couch, settling comfortably into it's plush thickness. You close your eyes and wait...
...Before long, you feel my hands slide over your shoulders and across your chest, wrapping snugly around you. My lips brush lightly across your earlobe, my breath warm against your skin. Your hands reach up to caress my arms, rubbing them softly. "Can I open my eyes?" you ask.
"No" I tell you, "Not yet."
I bury my lips in the valley between your jaw and shoulder, kissing your neck softly, my tongue darting out and licking the skin lightly.
I move my mouth to the tender skin on the back of your neck and kiss it tenderly, again licking it lightly. I can feel you shiver under my arms.
Reaching my fingers up to the top button of your shirt, I slowly slip it from the hole, and open the next button. Sliding my hands inside the open collar of your shirt, I run my warm fingertips over your hot skin, feeling your heartbeat racing under my palms.
You turn your face towards mine, your eyes still closed, and seek out my warm lips. I lean in and touch your lips lightly with my own. I dart my tongue out to taste your lips and you eagerly suck it into your mouth, drawing it's slick warmth deep inside your mouth. You reach up with one warm hand and cup my jaw in your palm, pulling my face closer for a deeper kiss.
Slowly moving over the back of the couch to settle lightly on your lap, I again kiss you. You cup my face with both hands, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. My fingers move to the buttons of your shirt, and once again, begin to slide each button from it's hole, kissing each new piece of exposed skin. As the last button slides free, I pull the bottom of your shirt free from your pantsline and draw the shirt off your shoulders, kissing your collarbone and shoulders lovingly.
You lean forward to let me pull your shirt off and drop it to the floor...your breath quickens as your chest brushes mine and you realize I am wearing nothing on my chest. My nipples brush across yours, the nubs become hard and erect from the contact.
Wanting to open your eyes, I again tell you no. Your hands slide up my sides to cup by tits in your palms. Your squeeze them lightly, weighing them with your hands, fondling the hard nipples with your fingertips. I moan in pleasure. I can feel your cock growing harder in your pants as it presses urgently against my most sensitive spot.
Moving my hands to the button of your pants, I slide it free from the hole and grip the zipper with my fingers, slowly sliding it down. I reach inside and touch your cock, it's hardness throbbing against it's confines.
Taking your hands from my tits, you reach down and grasp the waistband of your pants, and with me still atop your lap, you lift your hips and slide them down. I move a little to let them pass under my hot body, and you kick them aside.
With no clothes between us, you now know that no cloth covers the lower half of my body either, including my hot pussy. Your hands go to my hips and begin kneading the soft skin. Your hard cock settles between my legs, pressing hard against my wet pussy. I moan softly and wiggle my hips a little. You inhale sharply and also moan, grabbing my hips fiercely to settle my movements.
