She tried really hard to ignore him - really, really hard. Most of the men who passed through her day didn't even draw her attention, but he was different. Even when she didn't see him, he was constantly on her mind. She had tried to talk herself out of her attraction to him for a while, but realized it was futile. How could she not be attracted to him? Smart him. Funny him. Very, very sexy him.
He was conflicted - very conflicted. As a married man, he shouldn't have done anything more than notice his colleague's good looks and then get back to work. But there was more to her than her looks - although he did enjoy her long legs, curvy hips, and ample breasts - she was smart, she made him laugh, she cared about others (including him, as she'd shown time and again), and she was just the right amount of provocative.
Her obvious attraction to him plus his outgoing nature caused a lot of sparks. Once, after their coworkers had all scattered for the night, he had grabbed her in the hallway and pulled her close to him because the flirtatious tension was too much. They fit so well together because they were both tall, and the feeling of her soft curves pressing into his harness as she looked up at him aroused them both. It could only be madness for them to be acting this way - in public and around their coworkers. Surely this was dangerous. It was only a matter of time until these sparks turned into fire. If they were going to explore this flirtation further, they needed to get away so they didn't get burned.
He had an unwritten rule that he wouldn't text her, and - while she disliked this rule - it made sense. The virtual distance prevented them from getting too emotionally close. The heat from the times they would run into each other at work smoldered for the long periods in between. Given that he so rarely texted her, she was surprised the day that her message indicator lit up and she had a text waiting from him. When she read the text she was even more surprised, because the text was asking her if they could go away for the weekend. He had a great cover story: writing retreat... who could argue with that given their profession?
She was shocked. Would their families buy this getaway excuse? She was also excited. She knew their families wouldn't think twice about this cover story because they'd both gone on writing retreats separately for work before! Although she was nervous, she agreed to meet him. They picked a weekend when the fall weather would likely be crisp but not too chilly, and there weren't things going on with their families. He took charge of planning the getaway, and texted her to meet him at the cabin in the North Country. He said he'd "drop a pin" with the exact location on the morning they were to meet.
She had no idea what he'd planned for their weekend - beyond the obvious intimate time together - so she ended up packing quite a bit for the trip... hiking gear, casual clothes, a black dress that flattered her curves, and a few pieces of lingerie. She also threw her research and writing materials into her backpack, since that was the supposed reason for the trip and it was important to keep the cover story solid. She had just finished packing when her cell phone pinged announcing the text with the pin for the location of the cabin.
He had remembered the cabin from a story she had told him when they first met. It took him a while to find the right place because there were so many cabins in the North Country, but there was only one like this. It sat on a low bluff and was surrounded on three sides by a rushing river. The cabin was really more like a house and had a ton of features that were perfect for a romantic getaway. As he thought about the cabin's perks she'd told him about - the hot tub on the patio, a wood burning fireplace, the large farm style kitchen table, a jacuzzi tub in the master bath, the four-poster bed - his mind vividly pictured fucking her in each place. Just the thought of it made him instantly hard. He hoped she wasn't delayed in getting to the cabin and that the pin brought her to him by the fastest possible route, as he was starting to get uncomfortably aroused and needed her there to help bring him to release.
He had arrived at the cabin a bit ahead of her and checked the place over. It really was as nice as she'd said it was. He wasn't sure where he'd have her in first, but he was sure he'd have her in all the places before the weekend was through. Funny - he hadn't even thought about the "writing weekend" cover story even once since he'd arrived.
He was prepping dinner when he heard her car pull in. He expected her to be nervous or even a bit aloof at first, as that's how their interactions often started. He didn't know what to make of that, but she knew that it was because she was fighting an internal battle over him whenever she wasn't with him... but as soon as she saw him that battle was over and she was instantly happy and no longer conflicted.
So he was surprised when she raced into the cabin, dropped her bag by the door, and raced to him. He was a little overwhelmed at her enthusiasm and was about to comment when she started kissing him - a million little kisses all over him - and then she whispered into his ear, "you remembered" and then turned his mouth toward her and began to kiss him deeply.
She pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, stroked his tongue with hers, and moaned softly as she pulled his hips into hers. "I've been getting so excited to see you during the drive," she said. "I kept thinking of you, and the uninterrupted time we'll have together... and all the things we can do." She stopped talking, kissed him again as she pulled him into her while she leaned back against the kitchen table. Her leggings, tank top, and unbuttoned flannel shirt made it very easy for him to feel her body... her full breasts pushing into his chest, her hips grinding against his... especially when she kept pulling his body into hers as she kept kissing him.
"I missed you," she said. "I've been thinking about you the whole drive - and getting very excited to see you." With that, she took his hand and slipped it into the front of her pants. She guided him past her lace panties, past her neatly trimmed bush, and ran his finger over her wet clit. She felt an electric shock rock her pussy as he touched her and she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. "Did you miss me?," she murmured while hating herself for needing to ask the question.
"Yes, of course," he said as he continued to finger her while she writhed on the sturdy wooden table. "I've been thinking of you, and doing this, and just being able to relax with you this weekend."
"Show me how much you missed me," she said. "I need to feel all of you in me."
With that, he decided dinner could wait; he was going to explore her body. What they were really hungry for was the pleasure and comfort they could find in each other.
Feeling how wet she was and seeing how happy she was to see him really turned him on. Her response to him was undeniable. Every time he swept his finger across her clit, she'd gasp a bit and arch her back. She began rocking her hips in rhythm to his finger, moaning under his touch. Soon it became too much for her and she screamed out in release.
As his hand stilled and she quieted, she looked up at him from the table with smoldering eyes and a small smile eased across her face. "Your turn," she said mischievously, and then pulled herself up and into his chest. "I'm going to make you cum now," she whispered softly against his lips as her hand wandered down to his cock.
He nodded and then groaned as her hand wrapped firmly around his dick. He was really hard, and she could feel him throbbing in her hand.
She began to stroke him slowly and then asked, "do you want my hand or my mouth on you?"
He wanted both - now - he thought, but couldn't get the words out fast enough.
It was as if she'd read his mind. She sunk to her knees in front of him and was freeing his cock from his pants. She continued stroking him while teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around his head, flicking it across his tip every so often just to make him shudder. The combination of her hand pumping his shaft and her warm, wet mouth wrapped around him was intense.
He could feel his climax building so he told her, "wait, I want to fuck you on the table. Stop so I can."
She replied, "but I want to make you cum like you made me cum." She turned her attention back to his cock for a minute and when he started to pull away saying he wanted to have her on the table, she said, "I've been thinking about doing this the whole drive. Relax, and let me make you cum. I really, really like making you feel good." Her words were accented by long, slow strokes of her tongue on the underside of his shaft and her hands pulling his ass toward her so she could take him deeper into her mouth. As he groaned in surrender she pulled away to tell him, "Besides, I'm totally going to let you fuck me on this table at some point this weekend. We're not leaving until you do." He realized that she was determined to pleasure him right now and decided to let her without further argument.
She turned him so he could sit on the table and then focused on his cock in earnest. She loved how he responded to her. He relaxed and let her work on him, and he felt himself hardening and coming close to climax. She was so into sucking on him and tasting him that it almost came as a surprise when he released into her mouth. She swallowed, licked him once or twice more, and said with a smile, "well, I think that was my favorite appetizer ever."
They decided to let dinner wait for a bit and relax by the fire so they could catch up with what had been happening in their lives since they'd seen each other last. She curled up on the smooth leather couch as she watched him build the fire. He was just so... capable. He felt her eyes on him and asked what she was thinking.
She replied, "well, we've already confirmed in the kitchen that I think you are amazingly good looking and I'm super attracted to you, so will skip that thought that is always on my mind. I know from work how smart you are and I think that's totally hot, too, but that's not what I was thinking about just now. I was sitting here in amazement about how it seems like you can do anything you set your mind to, and I'm in awe of that."
He replied, "um, I'm just building a fire... pretty much any elementary school kid in Scouts can do that."
She smiled at him and agreed, but then said, "but you look way better doing it than en elementary school kid. Now, since you have that fire going, come over here and tell me how you've been."
They shared stories of what had been happening in their lives while sitting entangled on the couch. She trailed her hand up and down his arm as she listened to him, asking questions about the details of his life, and enjoying getting to know more about what happened in his day to day world. She realized she felt content and happy in his arms, and she suddenly interrupted him with a long, slow kiss.
He was surprised at first, but quickly started kissing her back. She felt her stomach tighten with anticipation and she shifted so she was now straddling him on the couch. Her leggings were thin enough that it didn't even feel like she had clothes on, so she could feel the outline of his cock under her. As she leaned in to kiss him more deeply, she rode his lap as though they were naked and he was inside her. She was so turned on by him, and wanted to see all of him do she started unbuttoning his plaid - or was it checked? - shirt and pushed it off him.
