As I turn unto the unpaved road leading to my lakeside retreat, I roll off the throttle of my Harley, thundering down to a slow ba-boom-ba-boom and cruising easy into the area by my well tucked away cabin. The air is fresh and I can hear wildlife in the midst. The busy life I endured this week in the city was behind me for a few days and I pull the clutch and brake levers and my dusty black harness boot moves the kickstand to the earth. Swinging my leg over the rear fender, I take in a deep breath and smile, closing my eyes and taking in the solitude. Time for some r and r!
I shut off the hot engine and move to unpack the bike. A small bag of clothes, some food and a few bottles of red wine, all I need for a few days out of the madness and into peace and enjoyment. I lock the wheel up and walk over the stones to the cabin's door. I unpack and grab my guitar that is resting at the arm of an old wooden rocking chair. I take some cigarettes, a bottle of wine and the well aged guitar and move out the back patio to the rocks by the lake.
I find a nice, big flat rock, light a smoke and uncork, taking a swallow over my wind dried lips and refreshing my tongue. Another drag, another drink and I set the bottle down beside me and lift my hands to the strings. Playing out what has been inside me, but was unable to find words for I lose myself to the music and the scenery. I let loose for a while and close the song as I crush out the cigarette on a rock and reach for my wine again. As I tilt the bottle back I damn near choke as I see down the shore a little ways a gorgeous, woman smiling at me with hair red like fire! Fuck, I thought I was totally alone here! Damn, now I might have to wear clothes all weekend outside! There goes my privacy.
She calls over to me, "Don't stop now, I was really enjoying your music!"
She smiles at me and the reflection of the sun from the water lights her face like an angel. Hell, maybe she is! I never see anyone else out here. I smile back and nod and start another piece. She watches me, wading her feet in the cool water, resting back on her hands and leaning her head back, face to the sky. What a vision! She is stunning!
She has a soft tone to her skin, faded, cut off jeans, a light summer top off her shoulders and red hair dancing in the air like the tips of a warm fire, flowing down her back, and brushing softly at the rock where she is resting.
As I play, she smiles to me and plays with her hair. I smile back and we start giggling like children. She motions for me to come over and I set down my old guitar, grab up the bottle of wine, and make my way down the rocks and sand to the boulder where she sits.
"I'm Luke."
"Hi! I hope you don't mind me being out here. I was on a long drive one day and found this place. I come out here to get away from the crazy, restrictive life of town. I have seen you out here some times, but have been reluctant to let you know I was here. I had to check you out and make sure you weren't some crazed axe murderer or something! I also didn't want you to ask me to leave, I love it out here and sneak out here and camp. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. You don't have to worry about much here, this is my Shangri-La, and you are more than welcome anytime you want."
"Mind if I have a little of that wine? It's hot out today."
"Sure, don't worry, I have more back at the cabin."
As she tilts back the shiny, dark vessel, I wonder where she came from other than my dreams. I must have done something right sometime in my life! Her I am at my hideaway and I've had the woman of my wildest dreams sneaking out here right under the radar! Almost too good to believe!
"Aaaaaaaaahh, you are definitely going to have to open some more of this!"
"I have more back at the cabin, you can come if you want."
"I'd love to!"
I extend my hand to help her up, we gather our things, I pick up my old guitar and we walk together up the path to the porch.
As we walk, she says, "I see you out here sunbathing and swimming naked a lot, do I have the same freedoms?"
"Sure, if you want. It stays pretty private out here, which is why I got this property. Be my guest." I try to hide my enthusiasm, but she catches me smiling like a kid on Christmas.
"You really don't mind?" she asks giggling.
"No worries, be my guest!"
We reach the porch, I set my guitar against the arm of the weathered wooden rocking chair, and grab the brass handle of the oversized, handmade wooden doors. The place opens up and light falls inside the doorway and windows. It smells like leather, wood, old books, and metal.
"Come on in!" I tell her, smiling a little boyishly over my shoulder. I welcome her inside and she lays her things on the table in the entryway.
"How about more of that wine?" she asks.
I open the deer hide curtain to the pantry and pull out another bottle and uncork it with a pop, fetch two Mexican glass goblets, and pour us a round. We sit on the chaise lounge and talk, sipping wine and getting comfortable with each other. We share stories of life in town and how good it feels to sneak away from it all. I tell her that I wouldn't mind if she used the cabin when she came up, just to lock up when she left.
"If you want there is always a little food and wine in the pantry, books in the shelves, candles and lamps and if you need, the clawfoot tub by the back porch has hot and cold running."
"God, that sounds great about now! I've been camping here the past few days and bathing in the lake. A hot bath would feel so good."
"I can draw you a bath now, if you want."
She thanks me and lets me know she would really appreciate it so I start the water and pour in some scented oils and light the candles and lamps in the back half of the house. She goes over to the stereo and picks out some soft music. I'm glad she is feeling comfortable here enough to do this without asking. As her tub is filling, I let her know that it's usually just me here, so there aren't any curtains or doors to the bath, but I can go outside if she would be more comfortable.
"Actually, I was hoping you would help me get my back and shoulders! Is that okay?" she asks while smiling coyly and biting her lip.
I'm speechless for a second, but nod and smile warmly. I turn the water faucets off and stir the water with a long silver paddle, mixing through the oils and bubbles. As I turn to set the paddle back on its hook, she is on the chaise lounge, now completely nude. She is incredible and I stop breathing a moment from the shock of all of this. Her body is amazing. Deep red hair falling down over her shoulders and cascading softly onto her soft, fair skin. Her breasts are supple with the kind of nipples that have always caught my attention. I admire her lean body and tender curves going down from her fiery hair down her defined ribs and hips, down further over her long, feminine legs, and to her soft feet and painted nails.
She parts her legs to stand and I catch a glimpse of her beautiful womanhood, with moist, pink lips budding from the same red hair I was caught by in the sun moments ago. I stand, gazing at her beauty and she rises up and crosses the room towards me.
Her long, thin fingers touch my chest and she looks me in the eye and says, "Maybe you should get undressed too, Luke." Her voice is with a more direct and deep tone and I follow suit, pulling off my dusty boots and sliding out of my faded jeans, setting them on the chair. She steps into the tub and washes water and suds over her body with her hands. The candle light and lanterns light her body and accentuate every curve and muscle. She motions for me and I approach the bath, standing nude before her in the steam.
I listen to the trickling of the water as she washes over her beautiful body. I stand in the steam and gaze at the wonderful woman who came from my dreams, there naked before me, bathing in a warm scented tub I usually only see when I'm here alone. She is a blessing to my lakeside getaway and I think of how surreal this all is.
Her head turns to me and she extends her hand from the water and places it on my leg, water dripping down my thigh from her touch. She pets the inside of my thigh and hums a lovely tone while she explores my skin. With this, I am growing erect and my cock is rising in the steam and halos of candlelight. She moves her caresses up my thigh and strokes my balls, teasing me until my breathing becomes audible. She turns to her side and reaches with her other hand to the head of my now pulsing cock. Teasing the tip, she uses first only her fingers, then envelopes my shaft in her wet grip.
