A last-minute personal trip to Tahoe. No hotel rooms available for less than like $400/night. Urgent calls to a few friends with cabins nearby, finally able to get one on the phone.
"Happy to help, and of course you can stay at our place. In fact, Olivia's up there this weekend, staying at the house with a few friends, she'd be so excited to see you."
Olivia's up there. Okay. Wow. Maybe this weekend could turn out better than I imagined.
"Oh I don't know, i really don't wanna impose if she thought she was going to have an adult-free weekend."
"Bruce, she won't mind at all, I promise. Besides, I'll have you stay in the master suite. She and her friends will be in the main area of the house, and you could practically set off explosives in the master and no one in the main house would gear."
"Well, good thing for you I didn't pack my dynamite, I can't thank you enough."
Olivia. My daughter's best friend all through elementary school, high school, and college. I'd watched her grow, seen her blossom and mature. Stunningly beautiful (and was just now learning it), perky small tits and really nice curves below, she'd grown very nicely into her compact body. And while she'd caught me looking at her plenty of times as she sunned herself on our back deck, equally I was pretty sure I'd caught her looking more than once or twice as well.
If this worked out the way I was starting to think, she might get the bang of her life...
When I arrived at the cabin around 9pm, all lights in the house were on, music was blasting - it was clear they were in party fun mode.
I used the separate entrance to the master suite, got myself settled, then walked the long hallway to the main living area just to say hello, let her know I'd arrived. With each step, the music got louder, and when I opened the door, it was full on sonic assault.
Olivia and friends - it looked to be about 3 or 4 others - were some combination of pouring drinks, dancing, or sitting on the couch talking in front of the roaring fireplace. All wearing the tie-front flannel pajama pants and t-shirts or tank tops.
Olivia, I was happy to see was in a tank, and although it was loose-fitting, her small breasts pressed against the front, and her nipples were firm, and large.
She saw me first, big smile on her face, put down her bottle and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck, "Mr Marks! My dad said you'd be coming! Lol I mean arriving!"
"First of all, it's Bruce - no Mr Marks here. Second of all, when he offered and said you'd be here, how was I gonna turn that down?"
Because she's several inches shorter than me, with her arms around my neck (and mine around her back, holding her close), her feet were off the ground and our bodies were pressed together. I could feel her body heat, and things began stirring, awakening.
I released her before that could be too obvious.
As she dropped to the ground, she smiled up at me - almost like she knew what would have happened if we'd continued to hug, or was I just projecting/imagining?
She grabbed a drink, told me to get something and to meet her on the couch by the fireplace.
I headed into the main room, was introduced to the young women - an attractive group, to be sure - and sat on the couch next to Olivia, where we "cheersed" our drinks and then proceeded to catch up.
She was sitting quite close to me, which I wasn't complaining about - and was not shy about touching me as we talked. Her hand on my arm, then holding my hand for a moment, and even touching my thigh as she intently shared something that had happened since her college graduation (the last time I'd seen her).
And before I knew it, after she'd had another glass of wine, all of a sudden I realized the music was off, the fire was low, the others had gone to bed, and it was just her and I on the couch.
Sitting very close, now under a blanket, talking quietly about life and work and all the things. Like old friends - which of course was weird, because we'd never been "friends," but I supposed that she'd known and been aware of me as long as I'd known and been aware of her, so she knew things about me that I had never realized that she'd have paid attention to. Which was...intriguing.
With the fire dying, it was chilly in the cabin, so she eased into me more closely, and tucked the blanket under her. My arm was now around her shoulders, so when she said "Brrr, this place is cold," I naturally pulled her even closer, dropping my hands to her back to rub it. Her "mmmm" was all I needed to know it felt as good to her as it did to me.
Quietly into her ear, I said, "You know your friends have all gone to bed, I'd understand if you wanted to crash." Twisting her face so she could whisper quietly back in my ear, I felt her warm breath on me and heard her say, "Oh no, I'm nice and warm and cozy right here with you, I could stay here all night. Unless...you want to go to bed?"
It felt like there was smile attached to that, but I couldn't discern if it was also an invitation, and was hesitant to assume, so I just turned my face back to her ear, close enough that my lips brushed against her soft skin, and said, "I'm nice and warm and cozy right here with you, too. Besides, my bed's probably all cold, anyway." "Turning her face back to my ear, I definitely heard the smile in her voice, "Mmhmm, and probably lonely too." "Oh for sure that," I smiled back, this time very purposefully allowing my lips to linger on her ear. She very purposefully didn't pull away.
Nor did I.
We stayed there, like that, for a long time. I heard soft sounds from her, and I returned them. Purring, right into her ear. I could practically feel the hairs on her arm stand up.
She leaned in even closer, moving and shifting to form her lithe body to mine.
My hands continued softly, slowly, firmly rubbing her back.
With each pass, I allowed them to go lower, until eventually I felt the waistband of her pajama pants.
Hand back up, to her shoulders.
Hand back down, to the waistband.
Back up.
And back down, with a finger tentatively pushing inside and below the tight and obviously still-tied waistband.
Back up.
Back down, this time, all four fingers pushed inside and below, just slightly.
Back up.
Back down, and this time pushed far enough down to feel the softy waistband of the thin fabric of her panties. But the tie prevented me from pushing any farther.
Fuck. I was definitely starting to wake up, and judging by the sounds she was making, she was, too.
Sounds she was making, and also how her body was moving.
It was then that she did it.
I felt her hand moved down to her waist, and felt her sliiiide her hand to the side, then felt the slight jolt as the knot at her waist came undone.
She'd untied the waistband.
She'd loosened the string.
She'd opened the door.
