The Log Cabin

As the sunny day blossomed into a glorious afternoon, Holly and David lay very close together on the blanket spread out on the soft cushion of the rug. He lay on his back with Holly on top of him, her hands on his shoulders; her cheek nestled in that special valley of his chest where she could hear his heart beat.

"Oh, David," she said, pressing herself down onto him.

His arms were wrapped around her bare back and held her tightly. "What is it, Baby?" he asked tenderly.

"Nothing. I just wanted to say your name," she replied, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Sometimes I just like saying your name knowing that we're together like this."

He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, the only part of her that his lips could reach easily, the scent of her hair filling his nose. "This is pretty special for me too, you know," he whispered. There had been so many times he had thought about being with her like this and now that it was here, he didn't want it to end. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"No," she said with a playful smile, picking up her head to look into his eyes. "How much do you love me?"

"How much?" he asked, surprised by her answer. "Why, I love you so much that I can't think of anyone else when I know I going to be with you. I love you so much that the thought of your name makes me melt inside, and the sound of your voice sends me to another world. Why, I love you so much I'd cut off my, uh, my left ..., well I'd do something terrible if I couldn't see you once in a while."

"Well, I know how much you're full of bullshit," she laughed, giving him a playful little kiss and laying her head back down on him.

"I know that all sounds pretty stupid," he laughed, giving her a hug and sighing deeply. "Baby, my love for you is beyond words."

"I know, hon. I know," she replied. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do with you because I know who you are and how you feel about me. Just don't expect anything more than that."

"Just know that I love you and that I know you love me," David replied. " Look, I don't care where you have been, whom you've been with, how many times, or any of that. What matters is that we make the time to be together and when we do it is magic."

"Yes it is, isn't it?" she said.

They remained together like that until a shower became a mutual inclination. They took turns rinsing each other off, watching the water cascade over their bodies. He had always felt that the best way to judge a woman was when she was naked and wet; if you found her attractive that way, you'd find her attractive any way. In Holly's case, his attraction added up to love. There wasn't a way that she moved or a pose she assumed that he didn't enjoy fully. She held her arms up, her hands holding back her hair, as he rinsed her body down, teasing her breasts and her pussy with the hand-held spray. When he reached up to slip the nozzle back into the holder, his arm eased around her and he pulled her dripping wet body close to him. The touch of her body was enough to awaken him again, but she put her hands to his shoulders to hold him off.

"Ah, David," she whispered. "We're supposed to be showering."

He gave her a quick little kiss and backed off. "Whatever you say, Babe."

They took their time soaping each other's body, working the suds everywhere they could reach, laughing about the way each responded to the other's touch. He loved the way her nipples tensed up as he ran his palms over them again and again. She was sure to use both hands to wash his cock, smiling at the response there and in the wiggle of his hips and the way his eyes closed as she gripped him. After they were completely rinsed off, David took her in his arms and as the water splashed onto them and flowed down their bodies, he embraced her, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Toweling off afterwards was just as enjoyable with lots of playful and loving touching. The whole experience was just one more intimate pleasure that they shared, a blend of their sexual, sensual, and loving natures.

"So do you want to check out the lake?" she asked as she wrapped the towel around her body.

"That sounds like fun," he replied.

"Maybe we can take out one of the boats," she ventured.

"Cool," he replied.

Holly slipped out of the bathroom while he finished up. From where he stood brushing his hair into place, he could see her step into the bedroom, courtesy of the angle afforded by the mirror over the dresser. She pulled the towel from her body and stood there naked, drying her hair a bit more before brushing it back. She turned and tilted her head as she brushed. David found himself captivated as he watched her, her tall slender body, the delightful curves fully tanned. Bending over to pick out a bathing suit from the drawer gave him another glimpse of her body. What exactly there was about her, he wasn't sure, but he knew that he loved it; he loved her.

He watched as she held up a couple of different suits before deciding on a purple one, an exotic color that always looked so good on her. Stepping into the suit bottom and pulling it up her long legs, she fit it around her ass and pussy. Watching her dress this way, so natural and unguarded, gave him a tingle and he felt his cock twinge at the sight. She picked up the top to her suit and began to slip it on. She took her time fitting it around her breasts, shifting it, adjusting it, and turning this way and that to make sure it fit nicely. Every one of her actions was having a decided affect on him. When she seemed satisfied that she was ready, she pulled out a little pair of khaki shorts and pulled them on. Once she was finished in the bedroom, she turned and saw him staring at her from the bathroom and smiled devilishly, sticking out her tongue.

"Damn you," he said loudly. "You knew that I was watching you."

"There's a lot about you that you think I don't know, but I do," she taunted. Then looking down at his crotch, she licked her lips and said, "Now get yourself dressed before you really embarrass yourself."

He felt his hard on twinge. She knew how to get to him. Throughout the time they had been together, he had always felt as if he was the one leading her on, but was quickly coming to the conclusion that it might have been the other way around. Strutting into the bedroom to get his own suit and a t-shirt, he tried to so as she had done, but not seeing her in the mirror, he figured that she had gone to the kitchen to fix something to eat. But when he finally turned to step from the bedroom, he saw that she was just outside the door.

"Mmm, yummy," she said, reaching up to pat him on the cheek.

David sat out on the porch looking out at the lake and Holly carried out a tray with a light little lunch. They took turns feeding themselves and each other some of her homemade pasta salad. It was playful and spontaneous as they toyed with each other. There were a few kisses exchanged, several smiles, and couple of long lingering looks of love that passed between them. As they ate, they noticed that the afternoon air had warmed up considerably and it was quite pleasant to sit in the shade with the lake sparkling off in the distance.

"Are you ready for that boat ride?" Holly asked when they were finished.

"You bet," David answered.

She took the tray inside and joined him as he started to wander down the path toward the lake. She came running up beside him and slipped her arm around his, taking his hand into hers. The lake wasn't far from the cottage and David paused when they reached the beach to look around.

"This is really nice," he remarked. "Very nice."

Holly started toward the dock where the speedboat and pontoon were tied up. "Which one do you feel like?" she asked, leaning toward the speedboat.

David hesitated on the shore. "Why don't we take this one?" he said pointing toward the old rowboat that was off to the side.

"Are you sure?" she said skeptically. "I don't anyone's been in that for a long time."

"It looks seaworthy," he remarked looking the small wooden boat over. "Wouldn't that be romantic, a nice little trip around the lake in a rowboat? Why don't we give it a shot?"

"If you want," she said still skeptical. She took a seat over on the dock and watched as he pushed it down toward the lake, tipped it over to drain it out, and then righted it. He found an old dried up towel hanging on a line nearby and he grabbed it to wipe off the seats. She enjoyed watching him work, so earnest and deliberate. The boat hadn't been used in a couple of years at least and he spent several minutes wiping the boat clean of the sand and debris that had covered it.

He picked up and checked out the oars, and fitted them to the oarlocks. Standing for a moment looking over his work, hands on hips, she couldn't help but laugh at his self-satisfaction. She would have been just as glad to take out the speedboat or the pontoon boat, but once he got an idea in his head, it was hard to break him of it. But then, most of his ideas were fun and sexy and enjoyable. He pushed the boat out into the lake, the water rising up to his knees, and pulled it over to where she sat at the dock.

"So what do you think?" he called to her, holding the anchor rope and climbing up out of the water onto the dock.

Holly got up from the dock and stood beside the cute little refurbished rowboat. "Looks okay to me. Are we ready?"

"Yeah," he said stepping down from the dock into the boat. He helped her down into the back seat and took his place in the middle. He pushed the boat away from the dock and maneuvered around to head out onto the lake.

As he took his time leisurely rowing, she leaned back onto the stern and stretched her long legs out crossing them at the ankles so that they almost reached his seat. She looked so sweet and sexy in her purple bikini top, the little khaki shorts, and cute pair of sunglasses. As she leaned back, feeling the sun fall onto her chest, she pulled out the little bottle of sunscreen from her pocket and spritzed some onto her body. Her long fingers slowly spread it around the curves of her breasts, her neck and her shoulders. She spread some more on her arms and shoulders and could see that the slower she spread it and the more carefully she rubbed into her skin, the more closely David watched her. She couldn't see his eyes through his own sunglasses, but she could feel the heat from his gaze. She reached over and playfully rubbed some lotion onto his nose. Then she leaned back onto the stern again, feeling her suit pull tightly against her firm breasts, knowing that the outline of her nipples would turn him on. Yet he continued to row without missing a beat.

"This is really nice out here," he remarked finally looking around the lake. "Not too crowded, not too built up. Just right."

"I'm glad you like it," she returned. "Cuz it's my favorite place to be. I love it here."

"How long have your folks had it?"

"Ever since I can remember," she said, reaching over the side to drag her hand in the water.

"It's really pretty," he said looking off for a moment to the other side. Then he turned back toward her and smiled. "But not quite as pretty as you."

She pulled her wet hand up from the water and sprinkled it onto her chest, the cool water feeling good on her hot skin. She reached down and dipped it again in the cool water and sprinkled a bit more onto her chest, this time making sure that her bikini top was a little more wet. Of course, her breasts were sensitive and the cool water made her nipples press out against her top. A few beads of sweat were breaking out on David's forehead, and she knew it wasn't all from the sun. She reached again into the water, but this time, instead of sprinkling herself, she flicked it at his face.

"Looks like someone should have taken a cold shower," she laughed.

He lowered his head so that his eyes peered out over the rim of the sunglasses. There was that delightful look of lust in his eyes, not completely uncontrolled, but enough to communicate the deep desire he felt for her. She smiled and licked her lips seductively. When one of the oars nearly missed the water and just skimmed over it, he almost fell backward into the rowboat.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said sitting back upright. "I'm cool."

Although he was trying hard to be casual and not pay any attention to her, there was no doubt that she had him around her little finger. He tried glancing off toward the shoreline, checking out the other cabins and houses. But then Holly would let her head fall backward, letting the sun drench the soft tender skin of her throat and neck, or arch her back and draw the top of her suit tighter against her firm body, and he would find himself gazing back at her. They were out near the middle of the lake and suddenly it began to feel quite hot in the sun to him.

"Are we having a hard time over there?" she asked, teasingly.

"No, why?" he asked, continuing to row, despite the sweat on his brow.

"You seem to be getting tired over there," she smiled. "I thought you'd rather take the speedboat out, but you insisted on this one."

"I'm fine," he said, despite the beads of sweat running down his forehead. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried," she said, letting her legs fall open a bit. "I'm having fun!"

She knew where he was looking and, as she scooted her butt toward the edge of the seat, she felt the hem of her shorts ride up her thighs even higher. They were short enough to begin with, and as her legs parted farther, a hint of her purple suit bottom must be showing as well. As she gazed down at his crotch, she knew it must be true, for there was a growing lump clearly visible between his legs. She spread her legs just a bit farther.

He bravely continued to row, but began to loop around heading back toward the cabin. Of course the breeze and current were working against him now, as was the look of her long legs and the appealing smile she wore. David finally drew the oars up into the boat, pulled his shirt up over his head, and mopped his head with the damp shirt.

"Don't you know that you're never supposed to let them see you sweat?" she said teasingly. "Though in your case it's sort of sexy."

"That may be," he replied, taking off his sunglasses and setting them on top of his t-shirt. "But I have to do this." He cautiously stood up. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

After eying both sides of the boat, he quickly dove off into the water, some of his backsplash flying up to sprinkle Holly. He surfaced near the boat and reached up to grab it.

"Ah, this is much better," he said, grinning with relief from the cool water. Rocking the boat gently, he smiled at her. "Come on! You should join me."

"I think I'll stay right where I'm at," she said, holding onto the sides of the boat as he continued to rock it.

"Oh, come on!" he called out as he rocked the boat a little harder. "The water's great!"

"David, Stop it!" she said seeing the broad grin on his face. "You're going to tip this over!"

"Well wouldn't that be something?" he replied devilishly. "Jump in with me, or I will tip it over."

She tried pulling his fingers loose from the boat but he simply moved his hands further away out of her reach.

"David, please!" she said louder.

"Jump or tip, make your choice," he replied.

"Oh, okay," she said. "But you have to stop rocking. You're gonna make me sick."

"All right," he said letting go of the boat and slipping below the surface for a moment.

When he surfaced again, she was slipping her shorts down her long legs. He grabbed onto the boat and pulled himself up to get a better view. After slipping her legs out of the shorts and setting them on the seat beside her, she tugged her suit bottom up her hips, knowing that it was pulled tightly against her pussy. Her body was hot and moist with perspiration and the suit clung to her like a second skin. She reached up to adjust her suit top before starting to get up.

"Come on in, Baby," he called up to her. "The water's great!"

She looked at him bobbing in the clear cool water of the lake and smiled. He was grinning like a kid and looked so appealing in his excitement. Putting a hand on the side of the boat, she hopped over and fell into the water feet first. The water was cool as she slipped beneath the surface and felt it flow over every part of her. As she began to rise back to the surface she felt the warmth of his hand reaching for her arm, helping guide her toward him. His arm slipped around her and pulled her close.

"What'd I tell you?" he laughed. "Isn't this great?"

"It's refreshing," she said.

With one hand up holding onto the boat, he pulled her close so that their bodies were touching, their warm bodies in the cool lake water. He managed to slip his other hand up to brush her wet hair from her face and kissed her gently and warmly. Their legs kicked and treaded the water. David's warm hand explored her body teasingly, toying with parts of her suit, flirting with her bare skin. When she started to ease away, his arm caught up around her back and pulled her to him. They were wet and breathing heavily, their faces close, their noses touching. His lips sought out hers for a lingering brushing kiss, their wet lips and hot breath commingling as they managed to keep their faces above the water.

Holly finally eased away from him and swam away. When she turned and swam back toward the boat he did the same. She held onto the boat and waited for him to return. She could see his body glide through the water and rise up to surface beside her. His arms snaked up on either side of her and grabbed onto the boat. Doing so pressed his body toward hers, their cooled skin touching and teasing each other. His mouth sought out hers again, this time for a more pressing kiss, more desirous and passionate. His tongue flicked at her mouth, teasing her into opening it, hungry for another taste of her.

"Oh, David," she called out as he pressed her up against the boat.

"I love you, Baby," he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse.

David brought an arm down from the boat and slipped it around behind her back to pull her belly up against him. She wove her legs around his as their embrace melded them together, their kiss now hot and wet and deeply sexual. His hand began to move over her body now, down the middle of her back so that his fingertips could slip under the elastic of her suit bottom and tease the crack of her ass. Then upward along her back until he moved it around and reached toward her breast. As his thumb and forefinger poked up under the tie string of her suit, she began to squirm and tried to move him away.

"Don't you think we should be getting back?" she asked.

He pushed himself away from her. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away. Easy to do with you."

She laughed. "That's okay. I really enjoyed that, but don't want to get into it right here, right now."

He joined her in laughing and swam around to the back to help her climb up into the boat. They returned to their seats and he took up the oars again, reinvigorated enough to head back to shore. As she leaned back against the boat, David couldn't help but notice how closely her suit clung to her body, almost as if purple paint had been poured over her nakedness.

She pulled her suit into place and tried her best to draw his attention as he tried to row toward shore. Tempted to laugh at his expression every time she touched her body or adjusted her suit, she instead leaned forward and kissed him. When she did so, she could feel her breasts push against her suit and reached up to tug it to the side revealing her lovely tanned breasts. She sat up, teasing him with the sight of her naked body. She had to admit that seeing him rowing with his wet swimming shorts clinging to his body, his arms and shoulders rippling from the exercise was having an effect on her as well.