Vacationing at the mountain lodge was one of his favorite things to do. The snow-capped mountain peaks were such a contrast when compared to the heat of the valley below. It was a large log structure with a great stone fireplace. Evenings were spent sitting by the fire talking with old friends from years past and making new ones. Some of the familiar faces were unchanged, others noticeably older. It was always nice to see some younger ones in the crowd.
'Some crowd.' he thought to himself, 'there are only eight rooms in the lodge.' This year there was a new face.. a young woman with dark hair and warm eyes. Young hardly seemed right... what label would fit? He hated labels... she was certainly no teenager.. early thirties perhaps.
She had introduced herself as Elizabeth, but added with an unconvincing smile, "Most people call me Liz or Beth."
"Well, I am pleased to meet you, Elizabeth." He said as he extended his hand.
She shook his hand.. a soft warm feminine handshake, as a smile came to her face. He thought to himself, 'Not may people know how to give a good handshake. Her's was a pleasant exception."
Her smile was the result of the warm tingle she felt at her core. The way he said her name... 'E - liz - a - beth' as if he was tasting each syllable as it rolled over his tongue. He held her hand for a few moments longer than most handshakes which brought a blush to her cheeks.
She was comfortable sitting with the older crowd sipping what appeared to be hot chocolate. He was enjoying his evening coffee, not thinking about how his body would be affected by the caffeine. A fire was crackling in the fireplace, the host having just put on another log.
They were up late talking some but mostly just sitting and relaxing. He was enjoying a second cup of coffee, not wanting the evening to end.
It was nearing midnight when he yawned. "Time for bed?" she asked.
"Yes, I think so." he replied, "Good night. See you at breakfast." He walked down the hall past several similar looking doors to the common restroom at the end of the hall. Then back to his room to dream.
His sleep was interrupted by the need to pee. 'Darn,' he thought to myself, 'I guess I'm paying the price for that extra cup of coffee.' Not wanting to disturb anyone, he left the light off and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. He hung his robe on the hook next to the door, then looked down at himself. A serious erection reminded him of the erotic dream that had just been interrupted. It was like getting up in the middle of having sex... how awkward... he hoped he could continue with that dream when he returned to bed. His thoughts were still holding on to the image of that lovely young woman sitting by the fireside. He blushed as my cock twitched. It is difficult for a man to pee with an erection like this... careful aim is needed and not very comfortable. He managed to avoid making a mess, then slowly went back to bed.
He hung his robe on the bedpost, and slid back under the thick blanket. 'It was nice to have a big bed,' he thought as he started to dose off, wanting to return to that dream, he found myself wondering why the bed was so warm. Usually returning to bed meant returning to cool sheets. 'Hmmm.'
