It's the beginning of fall in the northeast. The first chilling breeze of the season is just passing through. You are alone in a wooded cabin, intricately assembled by craftsman who only take pleasure from a task well accomplished. The scent of beef stew fills the room as you retire to the living space, changing into night clothes. Your shoes and jacket tossed haphazardly into a corner. The orange warmth of a fire dances casually in front of two well-worn chairs, a chilled bottle of port and 2 fresh glasses stands alone between them.
Outside, the sun is just beginning to disappear behind the trees, whose leaves are beginning to change color to match the fiery sky. You hear the front door open and abruptly close. The sound of jackets unzipping and murmurs of cold echoing in the tight space. You grab a book, one you have read a dozen times at least, and a blanket someone from your past made for you. A cold, wet kiss arrives on your cheek as you head to your chair to retire for the night. A warm smile betrays your face as its chill contrasting the cozy warmth around you.
It's the first night away on your extended vacation. No phones, no one to call you. No one to answer to. There is no place else to be.
A warm mug of cider greets the table next to you. I walk around to the side, my hand gliding across your back. I take time to stoke the fire letting the embers dance around the dark room. Your eyes are fixed on my back as I work to feed the stone firepit. I finish and turn toward you. Kneeling down in front of you, I set down your book and remove your blanket.
I kiss your knees as the hair of my beard rubs against your sensitive skin. I begin to kiss up your leg as you softly moan and your heart pulses louder. You spread your legs just enough to give me my glimpse of heaven. Your scent intoxicates me. My passions burns with more warmth than any hearth could. I still myself and continue my task. My hands move deftly under your calves and wrap themselves over your thighs forcing your legs wider. I slow my kisses and licks, alternating between your thighs. Reaching my prize, I place my lips on your slowly growing wet spot before wrapping your legs around my head.
My hands trace the line of your silk panties around your hips Daring to begin my true teasing I slide them off, leaving them dangling from one leg as I begin my attack.
My hands tighten on your thighs for a moment, as I pull your hip toward me. Bringing them into your wetness, spreading you open just enough for me to get my first taste. I start with a light kiss to get your flavor on my mouth. I savor it briefly before diving in tongue first. I start with little flicks across your clit. But soon I move to an achingly slow circle.
I begin to tease your entrance with one finger, wiping downward in time with my mouth. Over and over, all while my other hand rests on your belly. I feel your thighs squeeze against my head, fighting to keep control of your body.
I increase my pace, beginning to learn the spots that make you shudder and gasp. My attack slowly increasing in tempo. My fingers adding to you heightened sensations. Soon 2 of them begin to explore you most delicate area. In and out, rubbing away at your g-spot, pushing into your cervix and back out. Taking the time to ensure that you are stretched out properly.
