The Weekend Rental pt. 01
I can hear the wind howling around the rented cabin. The sound is as cold as the actual temperature outside. I light the candles around the room and watch as the shadows flicker and sway. I put another log on the fire, the heat radiates out pushing the chill of the room back from its warm glow. The firelight dances across the floor. The thick, soft rug laid out between the couches seems to glow with anticipation for what I know is coming. I flick off the lights in the living room and stroll to the front door to make sure the lights on the porch are on. They are like beacons shining in the dark to draw you to my arms. The candles in the windows call to you drawing you closer to my desire.
I walk into the bedroom, the bed is turned down, but it won't be the first place I lay you down, no I want to see your naked body shining in the firelight as I strip you naked and worship your beautiful body. The nightstand has all the special toys and lubes we will want later...but first it is just our hunger that will be needed. We will come back for those later. Right now, I want to smell the scent of the fire being drowned out by the scent of your heat and passion. I want the crackle and pop of the fire to be the background music to our love making.
That is something I have missed so much, your arms around me, your lips on mine, your body pressing into me and melting us together. My cock twitches as I think of you and how hungry I am for you. I think of your body, my mind being filled with the memory of your sweet, hard nipples. I love their sensitivity as they roll across my lips, or tongue or between my fingers as I get you wound up. I am as hungry for you, as you sounded on the phone. I know we will be here for a few days and tonight we will eventually fall asleep in each other's arms, but first we have a fire to deal with, one that burns in our loins and hearts and minds. One that will only be satisfied when we are naked and satisfied by each other.
I strip down, putting my cloths away in the closet and putting on my heavy bath robe. I turn my head as I hear your tires squeaking in the snow as you pull up the lane and then I see your headlights swing across the windows as you pull into your parking spot. I hear the door slam shut and your hurried steps as you come up the steps, across the porch and to the kitchen door. I am standing next to the fireplace as you open the front door, the blast of cold steals across the room as you step in and close the door.
I hear your voice call out, "I'm here."
"In the living room," I call back as I step out of the shadows, "follow the trail, I left something for you on the table, I will wait" I add. You glance at the floor with a quizzical look and notice the trail of rose petals leading from the front door into the living room. On the kitchen table is a soft terry cloth bathrobe that you intuitively know matches mine. You laugh and kick off your boots and drop your coat on the floor. As you follow the trail of petals a trail of clothes is added as you hurry to me.
Your hunger is a burning desire in you. You have been building up to this all day and can't wait to be satisfied. Your sweater falls to the floor, you begin to unbutton your shirt pulling it out of your pants. You stop and pull off your socks and drop your pants to the floor. You pull off your shirt and drop it on a chair. You reach back and unhook your bra and let your breasts fall free. Your thumbs hook the waist of your panties and drop them on the chair, damp with your desire they land with a soft sound. You pick up the robe and pull it on. You loosely tie it around your waist and walk barefoot into the living room.
Your eyes take in the scene, the flickering candles seem to frame the picture from the edge of the room. The fire in the fireplace isn't "roaring" but blazes nicely, you feel the heat, smell the logs and your eyes reflect the dancing flames. Then you notice me standing in the shadows next to the fireplace. I step into the light, and you notice my matching robe and then my smile that widens as I look at your beauty in the firelight.
"Hello Beautiful," I say.
"Hello Baby," you reply
I see you standing there in the robe concealing and revealing at the same time. I see the swell of your body, the sway of your unbound breasts, the line of your legs. I love the smoldering heat of your eyes and the wild mane of hair. They are so symbolic of the energy and life within you. If there was any part of me that wasn't hungry for you before, now I am starving. I stride across the room towards you only to be met by you hurrying towards me. We meet on the rug before the fireplace, our arms wrap around each other, and our lips meet in hunger. My tongue dances with yours as we attempt to devour each other. Your press into me as I pull you close. I feel your breast press against my chest, my arms wrapped around you holding you close. You feel my hardness, my desire pushes against you as you try to get as close as you can, pulling me tight to you.
My lips pull off the kiss and I push you to arm's length. You look puzzled for a minute till you realize that my eyes are drinking in your beauty. I want to see you, explore you, take you all in. My hand lifts off your shoulder and gently traces the back of your head, down your neck and around your jaw line and chin. My smile widens as I stare at you and my tongue licks my lips in anticipation of what is to come. My hands drop down to your robe and gently trace down to the belt where I pull it loose. The robe swings open reveling part of you. You boldly look up at me, confident and strong in yourself. In that moment with our head slightly turned up, your smirk playing across your face, the sparkle of your eyes and the blush of your cheeks...in that moment I am reminded of the young woman I first met and felt a desire for. It has been years since then and our paths have wandered and run their courses till, they have met and now joined. You are that the one that I have held in my heart and mind for decades. My fingers find the edge of your robe and gently pull it open. I want to see you, all of you. It slips past your breasts. They are now on full display. They sit on you in a wonderful way. they hang slightly but their nipples turn up and rise to the side as if knowing they are beautiful and desired. They make my mouth water; your nipples rise up like ripe strawberries. They are so sweet and ready to be devoured. My eyes glances down past your nipples, past your smooth stomach to the treasure that lies between your legs and what exciting legs they are. I love the way your hips swell out from your waist. They speak of womanhood and grace and sex and beauty. I know that soon I will be between them, and they will be wrapped tight around me.