I squeezed Miles' big hand hard as the plane landed, bumping roughly before smoothing to a slow, creeping pace. I looked out the window at the snow gently falling, blanketing the ground generously. While it was the first snowfall of the year, it hadn't gotten too cold out yet. I jiggled my leg and my heart bubbled in anticipation for our well needed weekend getaway. I desperately needed to forget about work for a while and I loved the way Miles took control with planning the whole weekend, even down to picking out my clothes. I snuck a peek at his snoozing face, a Cupid's arrow shooting through my heart.
I fell in love with Miles the first time I saw him. He was sweet and gentle with his dimpled smiles and easy going with his booming laughter. Miles never broke his signature smiles and calm face. He was a real people pleaser and because of it, I wasn't the only girl who lusted after him. However, throughout our friendship, he never dated a woman, saying nobody could keep up with him. I sent him countless signals and every time, he deflected until one day he caught me sunbathing naked on my balcony. Afterwards, he slowly warmed up to me and finally, I snagged a date with him. While everybody was fooled by his angelic exterior, on our first date he revealed his devious desires. About ten minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, Miles showed up at my apartment and seduced me with his lustful kisses and big hands exploring my body. Captivated by his motions and consumed by my desire, I gave in only to have him slip my panties from underneath my dress and stopping, urging us to leave so we didn't miss our reservations. Throughout the night I shifted uncontrollably at the new sensation on my vulnerable pussy: the fabric of my dress rubbing me in a new, exhilarating way, the cool air cupping me lazily, the way Miles glanced at me so deviously with a slight smirk on his face . Afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about Miles and they way he tested me, annoyed at first but begging for more. Our relationship continued to blossom and we married three years later. To commemorate our first date, I didn't wear any panties on our wedding day. During the reception, he stealthily reached underneath to mess with me, his way to commemorate our first date, but he was stunned to find that I had beat him at his game just once. My body shuddered delightfully remembering the way his fingers excitedly played with my pussy for just a second before regaining his sweet exterior.
"Miles, we're here," I whispered, gently jabbing his muscular arm. His long brown eyelashes curled upwards and his plump lips pouted as he quietly huffed in his sleep. Yes, that was the Miles everybody saw and loved. Miles stirred awake at my jab, groggily lifting his head from his shoulder, eyes glazed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, adjusting to the environment before leaning in and kissing me, a big grin on his face. "You're going to love the hotel," he exclaimed, standing up and stretching, finally our turn to get off the plane.
"Okay Luna, your eyes are closed right?" he asked, the crunching of snow under tires stopping and the engine cutting off. I nodded, the soft suede pads of my mittens covering my eyes. I heard Miles open his door and then mine, his hand wrapping around my arm and gently guiding me out, the cold air hitting my unprotected face. He twirled me around and giddily said, "Now open them!"
I dropped my arms to my side and my eyes adjusted quickly to the bright sun beating down. I gasped at the huge, modern lodge that stood before us. The building was dark stained wood with straight lines that jutted out at different lengths, huge windows showing off a beautifully lit lobby with two roaring fires, and a large rectangular sign read 'L'Amour Lodge'.
"Oh my gosh, Miles. This place is freaking amazing!" I squealed, squeezing his athletic arm.
"It's a couples retreat. It's just what we need," he replied, resting his chin on my head for a second before grabbing the bags and ushering me into the hotel.
My chilled skin desperately welcomed the warm, cozy air of the hotel and the familiar scent of the transition to winter filled my nostrils: roasting chestnuts, cinnamon, hot chocolate. My eyes wandered around the lobby as Miles jogged up to the reception desk to check in. The walls were a natural cedar colour, the floors a contrasting white. The ceilings were easily over 20 feet high with long, sleek chandeliers evenly spaced and the back wall was all glass, giving a breathtaking view of the lake. Two roaring fireplaces demanded attention in the center of the room, the granite slabs extending to the ceiling. The place definitely screamed luxury and modern. I glanced at Miles as the receptionist told him a joke, batting her eyes at him. I rolled my eyes. He smiled politely back before taking the room key and jogging back over to me. "Got us an upgrade to a suite," Miles said proudly.
"Oh, did you offer to fuck her brains out," I replied, lightly smacking his arm.
"Baby, you know that's only for you," he replied, his hand grabbing a handful of my tight ass and squeezing hard. He leaned in and his lips brushed mine before whispering, "Let's get this show started."
My jaw dropped when we got into the suite. The spacious room was painted deep blue with dark hardwood walls to match and a king sized bed with luxurious white sheets pushed up on one side of the wall with a matching white marble fireplace on the other side. Next to the fireplace was a large clawfoot tub with mirrors cornering it and behind that was the bathroom. On the other side of the room, sunshine peeked through the light curtains, leaving beautiful stripes throughout the lowly lit room. While Miles set down our suitcase on a big white dresser next to the bathroom entrance, I ran to the windows and pulled the curtains open, a sweeping view of snow covered trees and a peek of the lake.
Miles whirled me around in his arms and dipped me, planting a deep kiss on my lips. My arms snaked around his neck and my mouth opened, allowing his soft tongue to explore. My core twitched as his hand traveled down my tight body, his fingers pinching ever so gently at my curves. I pulled back from our makeout session, led him to the huge bed, and pushed his chest, his butt landing with a soft thud.
I drank in my husband, deprived of his intimate touch for months. His soft brown hair was tousled from the hat he wore, his light hazel eyes stared back playfully, and his slow growing stubble peppering his chiseled jaw. My eyes trailed down from his face, his fitted shirt tight against his muscled body. His lean biceps flexed as he rested his arms on his thighs, his fingers curling for me to come to him. I obeyed, lightly stepping until I was between his two bulky legs, his hands squeezing my butt, his head resting on my belly. I grabbed his face in my hands and leaned in, our lips meeting again, sparks flying around. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top, resting my core on his abbed stomach.
"I've been waiting for this," I whispered, grabbing the hem of my shirt and yanking it off. I wore an intricate and lacy red bralette that complimented my golden tinted skin. I brushed the loose black locks behind my back and leaned in again, ready to devour my prey.
"Not yet," Miles denied, his eyes lit with desire and his hand reaching up and cupping my slender face, his fingers pressing into my flesh, my dark nipples stiffening at the touch. "We're going to have a little bit of fun first." With his other hand, he lifted me off effortlessly and glided to the suitcase he set on the dresser. He unzipped it and tossed me a plastic pale pink package. "Go on and put it on in the bathroom and then we'll go to the pool."
I flicked on the bathroom light on, the heated tiles warming my toes as my heart thumped out of my chest. Nervously, I nudged open the top of the package, turning it upside down to let the contents fall out on the marble counter. I picked up the top to a cream coloured triangle bikini top. I rubbed the thin, slightly sheer fabric between my fingers, excitement bubbling throughout my body and I quickly slipped out of my bralette and into the top. My small B-cup breasts filled the small triangles and pushed them closer together, giving the illusion of bigger breasts while my nipples hinted at their colour behind the fabric. The excitement from earlier built up when I picked up the matching cream bottoms . I pulled them on and twirled around in the mirror, admiring the high waisted cut making my shorter legs look slender and long, the criss-cross laces on the side giving a peek of my wide hips, and the high cut in the back disappearing into the tight mounds of my ass.
"Miles," I said, coming out of the bathroom. His eyes lit up when he scanned my body, nodding in approval. Miles shed his winter clothes and wore a light blue pair of swim trunks that brought out the green in his eyes.
"Wow, you're so stunning," he replied, rising from the bed. When he stood up, I couldn't help but notice the tightened fabric around his groin. While Miles grabbed two white towels for the pool, I reached in the suitcase, rummaging for a swimsuit cover. He quickly ran over and plucked my hand out.
"Nuh-uh, Luna. That's all you're wearing to the pool."
"Of course, anything you say," I replied, my body sending mixed signals all over. While my hands began to sweat and my cheeks flushed red with nervousness, my heart thumped wildly and my crotch twitched and tightened with anticipation. It was so thrilling to be so exposed in the swimsuit, the sensation reminding me of our first date. Miles grinned and his arm snaked around my shoulders and pulled me close as we set off for the pool.
The loud hum of the fans above rang in my ears while the hot, humid air stuck to my skin when we arrived at the pool. Tons of modern, wooden outdoor chaises surrounded the huge, curvy pool and plenty of couples lounged, some in their swimwear and some partially or fully naked. My eyes wandered from one naked couple to another, my eyes traveling up and down their bodies and a few pairs of eyes lazily stared back as us, specifically at me, as we passed. The buzz from earlier began to grow, seeing the naked couples so comfortably lounging and the eyes trailing us.
Miles showed me off like a trophy walking throughout the pool, my body tingling from the excitement, before grabbing two chairs near the water. When we sat down, I scanned the surroundings, in awe. A huge glass pane skylight covered most of the ceiling, allowing natural warmth to kiss our skin and bright sunshine to stream through making the water glisten bright blue. A huge marble facade plastered one side of the pool and a rectangular cut spewed water calmly.
My attention turned to Miles when I heard rustling. He shed his shorts to the delight of a few women around us, his bareness electrifying me. I licked my lips at his juicy butt and his soft penis shyly enjoying the open air. While the rest of his body was pale with a slight hint of sun kissed, his groin contrasted the lightness with its darker colour and pink undertones. As he slid into his chair, I caught more women and a few men now freely gawking at my husband's beautifully bare body. In particular, a redheaded woman whispered to her brunette partner, her eye catching mine. I looked back at Miles and my heart tingled as his eyes gazed back at mine so lovingly.
"I'm going to test out the water," I said with a grin. "Want to join?"
