Clouds covering the mountain evaporate under the rising sun as golden light floods the cabin. Steam curls from Gaya's teacup.
Everyone will start waking now, she knows. Her cousin Terra up in the loft first, a little later both the women's groups in the lower bedrooms will be up, buzzing around.
She hears Terra step down from the loft, greets her, hey girl. The two walk into the kitchen arm in arm, shadows following them along walls and kitchen counters. They whisper and chat, each with her hand pinching her own nipple over her cotton tee, looking at her phone in the other hand.
They lean against the kitchen counter like that smiling, making eye contact, setting down phones and rubbing between their legs occasionally, casually as they sip their morning tea.
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Soon they are both pressing their behinds against the kitchen counters and masturbating intently, making eye contact, mouths open with hands down pajama pants, tees pulled up to sit on top of tits.
Gaya's belly paunch, soft D-cups and love handles all shake as she fingers herself. Terra's slim waist and oversized hips make an arch against the counter as she rubs down her bush, slow and hard with the middle fingers of both hands. Through the window screens comes the morning air with birdsong from the trees that surround the cabin.
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Suddenly a familiar and faint engine sound from outside the cabin stops them. A car door, a second and a third in the distance. They smile at each other and slow their hand movements, hearing the voices of the groundskeeper and his two helpers whispering in through an open front window, the distant sounds of their footsteps on the gravel driveway.
Terra leans back on the counter and turns off the kitchen light, smiling, pulling her shirt down over her breasts. She walks over to an alcove corner that the light never touches, near the refrigerator and the small pantry.
Gaya walks out into the front room, her shirt still up over her tits and her pants below her hips. She bounces as she walks to the front room's large windows.
They are barely visible to her, standing at the end of the drive. She makes out only the outlines of their forms: the groundskeeper, tall and broad shouldered. His white tee, just a dot moving toward the cabin now. He could be older than forty, but he's working his body like a younger man, she's always thought that about him. A metallic taste in her mouth, a split second of her pussy flooding and her heart racing.
Now here come his new helpers, they are working in the garden with him this season, college-age local girls. They both have small, strong looking bodies and short blonde hair up in braids. They must be soccer players or swimmers or something, she thinks, remembering being their age and wanting that exact body type, knowing she was just too big boned.
She watches the three fit workers walking up the gravel path to start a day in the garden, rubbing herself and fingering, her pants down and tits pressing on the window. She steps back, bites her left index fingernail and moves it down, running it over her bare nipples, feeling a pulse of energy move from her breasts to her womb and clit.
She looks back at Terra, standing there alone in the dark, and winks. She strips nude in two movements, her blue pajama bottoms and yellow cotton tee suddenly in a pile behind her on the hardwoods. Terra watches a voluptuous silhouette passing along the front room windows, watching the outline of tits and a round rump bounce in profile as Gaya walks toward the old, heavy front door.
She unlatches it and pulls, it opens and she feels cool morning air on her pink-apple nipples; her labia and thighs, her somehow slim, short neck. She smells the pine and sequoia in the air and feels the old, dry wood floor under her toes.
She watches the figures coming toward the cabin, knowing they can see her naked body standing framed in the doorway now. She holds her breasts and pinches her nipples.
