Author note: Apologies for the title, but I couldn't think of anything else! No disrespect to great cinema intended.
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Sarah turned up the AC in the car as the July sun beat down on the highway. It was still early afternoon so it was only going to get hotter. She stretched her arms out in front of her and looked over at her husband behind the wheel. Sarah and Nick were nearly at their destination, their vacation home, a cabin on the Okanagan Lake in British Columbia.
She sighed. The tension knotting her neck and shoulders had started to melt as the mountains receded and the lake valley came into view. She and Nick deserved this trip, she thought. They had both been working long hours for most of the year, she as a mechanical engineer, he as an accountant, and this vacation was long overdue. Married just two years after a year and a half of dating, they had finally worked through some of the kinks that come with a new marriage and were at a stage of truly enjoying each other. They had the usual spats that happen when living with another person, but both Sarah and Nick were, for the most part, happy.
Driving through Kelowna they passed other tourists, young families and elderly retirees eating ice cream and enjoying the summer heat. Sarah liked being in town, but was glad their cabin was further up the lake, outside the hustle and bustle. Some private time on the beach was just what she needed.
"Almost there, babe," Nick said, smiling over at her. Sarah smiled back at her husband. She loved looking at his profile. With a strong nose and jawline and side part haircut, he looked almost like a caricature of a 1950's TV dad. Being an accountant probably didn't help the stereotype. Nick was a little bit like that, though, she thought. But, she admonished herself, if having a kind, handsome and practical husband is the worst of my problems, life isn't that bad.
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Everything seemed ship-shape at the cabin, a modest 3 bedroom with a vaulted living room, loft and a luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi off the master bedroom. But the crown jewel of the cabin was that it had its own dock and a small beach framed by hedges. Sarah and Nick knew they were very lucky to have the property. They didn't advertise the fact, but the cabin was a gift from Nick's parents. Sarah's in-laws were incredibly generous, along with being incredibly wealthy, and when they decided to build a larger cabin on their property up the lake, the old cabin became a wedding present to their youngest son and his new bride. The larger cabin would have enough rooms for Nick's whole family, his brothers and their wives and children, but Sarah and Nick were glad to have their own getaway vacation spot. There were neighbors down the road on either side, but after driving by, it seemed they were the only ones there.
"Woo! Par-tay!" Sarah crowed, making devil horn signals with her fingers and hooting. "We got this part of the lake to ourselves!"
"Oh yeah, you're such a badass," Nick teased. "Not much of a party if it's just the two of us for the weekend."
"Well, we did bring a whole lot of alcohol."
"That's because you're an insatiable lush who can drink men twice her size under the table."
"I'm insatiable...but not necessarily for booze." Sarah waggled her eyebrows at Nick. He laughed.
"Keep it in your pants for now, Groucho, we still gotta unload the car."
"Always so practical," Sarah sighed dramatically. "Aye aye, cap'n!"
Sarah and Nick partially unpacked their suitcases, and all the food and alcohol for the weekend had been put in the cupboards and refrigerator.
Nick yawned. "I'm exhausted!" he said sank down on the bed. "The driving, the unpacking, it's just too much." He flopped backward dramatically.
"Oh, poor baby," Sarah cooed. "So tired." She sat beside him and slid her hand up his thigh. "I was going to suggest another activity, but if you're too tired..."
"Hang on, hang on," Nick said, sitting up. "What activity did you, uh, have in mind?" He slowly leaned toward Sarah and nipped her earlobe. She squealed.
"Nick!" She scooted closer toward him on the bed and rested against his shoulder, picking up his hand in hers. She took a moment before speaking. "Well, we've been so busy lately, we haven't had a lot of time for just...us." She took a deep breath. "I was hoping that this weekend would allow us to get, you know, reacquainted?" She glanced at him and smiled. Sarah was surprised to feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. The words were a little teasing, but they were also true.
"I know, babe, I've felt it, too." Nick raised their clasped hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "I don't ever want to forget that you're the reason I work so hard."
"I feel the same way," Sarah said. "I'm glad it's just us, with time to reconnect. No work, no family, no responsibilities. Just you and me." She turned to face her husband and pulled him to her in a tight embrace, feeling the muscles of his back. They kissed lightly, then slower, deeper. Nick paused and inhaled, drinking in the smell of perspiration, soap and the light musky scent that was unique to his wife.
"Mmmmmm," Sarah exhaled. "God, I've missed you." Then she kissed him fiercely, plunging her tongue into his mouth, twining, tasting, and exploring. Nick responded in kind, stroking her back. Sarah felt heat begin to flame in her groin, and pressed herself against Nick. He slowly pushed her back on the bed, lying half on her, and began running his free hand up her hip to her waist and back. He buried his face in her neck licking and nipping and kissing the spot he knew sent fire coursing through her body. Sarah groaned as his hand rested on her breast, his thumb expertly circling her nipple through her t-shirt and bra. Nick pressed his growing dick against her hip, and Sarah revelled in shutting off her mind and surrendering to the sensations flooding her body, and the wetness she could feel beginning between her legs.
"God, babe, you are incredible," she sighed. Nick laughed softly into her neck.
"Is this all I've gotta do to impress you? Gee, I could have saved myself a lot of time over the past few years." Sarah giggled and rolled him onto his back and with an expert swing of her leg, straddled him in one move. Nick allowed his hands to be pinned above his head.
"You think you're so funny," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye and a grin on her lips. "I have plans for you this weekend, mister. You better be prepared to do some work." At that she rolled her hips, enjoying feeling Nick's hard dick under her soft and slick folds. He grunted and pressed back toward her.
"In that position it's mostly on you, or do we need to go over the basics?" He loved sparring with her, especially when it came to sex.
"Maybe I need a little instruction," she said with another grin. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Sarah and Nick had been so focused on each other they both started at the noise.
"Are we expecting your family?" she asked. Nick shook his head.
"Nope, but maybe there was a miscommunication?" He gently rolled Sarah off him and stood, adjusting the crotch of his jeans. "Ahem. I guess we should go check it out."
