Cabin One
Michael had not been to Sleepy Creek Cabins since his honeymoon five years earlier. Sleepy Creek, a bed and breakfast that featured four cabins tucked into the Virginia mountains provided the perfect level of comfort and isolation for a week of pure enjoyment for Michael and his new bride. They had stayed in Cabin One, which featured a full kitchen, covered back porch, king bed and full size Jacuzzi that had a view of the entire grounds. From the back porch, and the Jacuzzi, Michael and Suzie could see the back porch of Cabin Two, which at the time was not occupied. They soaked in the tub, walked the nearby nature trails and made love in the cool night air multiple times.
But that was five years ago.
Now divorced, the 35-year-old engineer was checking into Cabin One alone for a much needed weekend away from cell phones, internet connections and his hectic work schedule.
The marriage had lasted just two years. Apparently Suzie was more interested in sleeping with her co-workers than settling down and starting a family with her husband. Two positive things did come from the break-up though. One: there were no children to force Michael and Suzie to be civil with each other for the rest of their lives; and two: Michael had worked out his frustrations and heartache through physical activity. He had become an avid runner and sculpted his 6'2 frame to 170 pounds of lean muscle. He wore his hair short now and was clean shaven, a drastic change from his long hair, bearded look the last time he checked into Cabin One.
The inn keepers, Barbara and Joseph Miller, welcomed Michael with their complimentary cookies and smiles when he checked in on Friday evening in late August.
The Millers had run Sleepy Creek for more than 30 years and were the definition of a happily married couple. Both were somewhat plump but attractive and Michael noticed how Joseph playfully patted his wife's wide bottom when asking her to move aside so he could get the key to Cabin One.
"Looks like you are going to have a great weekend of weather up there," Barbara said while handing Michael his key. She mentioned that only one other cabin, Cabin Two, was booked for the weekend. "You will pretty much have the whole place to yourself."
Michael smiled, took the key and cookies and thanked Joseph and Barbara.
Cabin One was at the top of the mountain, a five minute drive from the main lodge, where the Millers lived and where breakfast was served each morning. Cabin Two was located below Cabin One on the lone road going up the mountain with Cabins 3 and 4 located just a few hundred feet from the main lodge near the community swimming pool.
Michael noticed a BMW parked outside of Cabin Two as he made his ascent to the top of the mountain but didn't see any people milling around. He made his way into his cabin and placed the beer and food he had brought along into the kitchen. He opened the back sliding door that opened onto the porch and let the breeze in.
Cabin Two
Richard and Julie walked into Cabin Two and were shocked that it looked nearly identical to the way it had when they spent their honeymoon there more than 30 years earlier. They were just kids then, recently married and excited to start their lives together. Sleepy Creek was the perfect oasis for a young couple seeking a romantic week away to celebrate their nuptials. Now in their mid 50s with three adult children, the two had returned to unwind and spend some quality time together.
"I can't believe it, can you Richard?" Julie asked as they walked into the open floor plan of the cabin. The large kitchen, comfortable sitting area, fireplace, all looked the same. She wandered the cabin, her dark red hair glistening in the fading afternoon sun that shone through the large windows. Julie was plump. 5'5 170lbs or so but still had a girlish look to her face. Carrying three children had given her large, heavy d-cup breasts that sagged more than they used to but still excited her husband. She swayed her round bottom and wide hips as she explored the bathroom, remembering the fun she and Richard had in the Jacuzzi during the last visit.
"It is remarkable. It is exactly like I remembered it," Richard said, placing their bags on the king bed in the bedroom.
Julie put some drinks and food they had brought into the refrigerator and the cupboards in the kitchen and opened the sliding glass door that led to the back porch. A cool, early autumn breeze blew into the Cabin, swaying the yellow sundress she was wearing.
In the bedroom, Richard had slipped off his sandals and begun unpacking their belongs, placing them into the antique dresser. He had almost finished unpacking their things when he came across his wife's panties. Even in his 50s Richard still got excited at the sight of a woman's panties, especially his wife's. Most were the run of the mill sort she wore on a daily basis: conservative, full-back, cotton panties in varying colors. But boy did he love the way they snuggled Julie's curves. Richard got to a few g-strings his wife had packed and began to feel his cock harden under his khaki shorts and boxers. Julie's thick ass looked fantastic covered by just a few strings of thin satin. He rubbed a red g-string against his face several times before placing them into the drawer.
"What are you up to in here," Julie said as she entered the bedroom. Richard had moved to the sitting chair next to the bed, looking at the majestic mountain view the room featured.
"It is just so amazing up here," he said. "I got all the clothes put away."
Julie smiled and thanked him. She told him the drinks and food were in the fridge and the snacks were in the kitchen if he wanted anything.
"Maybe in a bit," Richard said, transferring his gaze from the view out the window to his wife, who was now standing in front of the antique dresser fixing her red hair in the mirror that sat above it.
Julie slide the sundress off of her freckled shoulders and it fell to the floor. Richard basked in the sight of her large breasts pressed into her white bra. She was wearing black panties, full-back and cotton but the clung to her ass cheeks beautifully. When she bent over to pick the sundress up the sides slipped farther toward her crack, exposing more of her beautiful ass cheeks.
Julie folded the dress neatly and placed it on the top of the dresser. In the mirror, she could see the reflection of her husband sitting in the arm chair. He had unbuttoned his shorts, pulled his boxers down and exposed his hard cock. She had enjoyed licking, sucking and fucking Richard's cock many times in her 50-plus years. It was a little less than average size in length and width, but she came hard from it no matter. She felt her pussy moisten at the sight of her husband's cock.
She didn't say a word, she starred at him in the mirror and unhooked her large white bra. Her D-cups breasts spilled out, sagging and free to the word. She rubbed her hands over them, massaging the underside where the underwire had made small red lines.
