The fire crackled in the cabin's stone hearth. The logs whistled as the moisture steamed. The seasoned firewood stack had been covered with a late season snow. The fire now transformed the clinging ice to vapor as it consumed the wood.
Wynn and Marcy had cross country skied to the Total Woman Excursions' timberland cabin arriving late in the afternoon. Earlier, the staff had stocked them a hearty dinner and departed; corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots, crispy bread. It was a fine tradition for St Patrick's Day. They reheated and ate the feast upon arrival, then settled in for a long winter's night. The cabin would be their secluded refuge from dusk 'til dawn.
After feasting on supper and securing the cabin, Marcy and Wynn lounged on the sofa in front of the red and yellow flames. They sipped Merlot which helped chase away the cold nips. As they chatted, Wynn asked Marcy about her education at the Total Woman Academy.
Marcy described the curriculum which prepared Academy graduates to focus their whole being on garnering a successful life using intelligence, beauty and poise. Since graduation with a cumma sum laude in Electrical Engineering, she had followed her dreams, earning a management position in the electronics industry, as well as working as a Special Therapist at the Total Woman Clinic. She hoped to return to the Academy for post-graduate training and then become a visiting adjunct trainer to the undergraduates.
She volunteered several times throughout the year at Total Woman Excursions. She liked the variety of activities available to a host guide at the resort. She met a lot of interesting men and made discrete contacts with powerful players in her career field.
Her glowing face held a smile. It may have glowed from the all day outdoor briskness, the fire's warmth, the fine wine and the presence of this attractive man. Marcy fingered the cuff of Wynn's sweater. "And sometimes I make indiscrete contacts as well."
Wynn dropped his head back and drained the last dregs from his goblet. Putting the glass next to Marcy's on the table, he stood. He held the hand that had fingered his arm and helped Marcy to rise. He gripped both her hands behind her back as he planted a full kiss on her lips. They spent some time exploring each other's mouth, skirting aside tongues to probe deeper. Wynn broke the kiss to lean back a little.
"So, host guide, what's there to see and do here in a backwoods cabin?" he asked.
"Well, let's see. There's a Jacuzzi tub on the deck under the sunroom. There's this nice rug in front of the fireplace. And the bedroom is over there. What's your choice?"
Wynn looked around at the door leading to the back deck Jacuzzi, then the fireplace, then the bedroom door. "All of the above" he said.
Marcy liked that answer. She reached back and held his hands in hers. She pulled them out between them and walked backward, leading Wynn towards the Jacuzzi sunroom. In the sunroom, Marcy began by unzipping the front of her spandex one piece ski suit. Her cleavage came into view as the sides drew apart under the pressure of her breasts vying to escape their confines. Her belly button bulls eyed a phenomenal flat tummy.
