For over two hours that night, we sat in each other's arms, making out and watching the flashes of lightning and listening to cabin shaking rumbles of thunder while we waited for the downpour that never happened.
Eventually we drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened shortly after sunup Tuesday morning by our friendly crows that seemed agitated about something. Now wide awake, I started the coffee and we went to take a shower together a necessity since the water heater was only a fifteen gallon RV variety. Of course, we couldn't do that without at least one orgasm apiece.
We were well on our way to orgasm number two when the crows went bat-shit crazy, and a terrible rumbling sound filled the air.
"Lumber trucks," she advised.
We finished rinsing off just as the water began to cool and I turned off the water just as it turned cold. Before I could even get my hand off the lever, we heard a knock on the door.
"OH MY GOD," I yelled, as we raced for the bedroom and some clothes.
"JUST A MINUTE," she called out even as she struggled to pull on the shorts and denim shirt I handed her.
I heard a very masculine voice coming through the door, telling her that the old man had sold them the two downed firs and it would take most of the day to cut them up and load them onto trucks. They at least promised to leave the site cleared of brush since most of that was going to the chip mill in town, whatever a chip mill was.
"I wonder if they saw anything," I said.
She laughed and replied, "Oh, sweetheart they saw everything before they even knocked. Darren and Butch are two of the horniest horn dog around."
"Let me guess," I said.
"Yep, I've done them both at one time or another. I prefer the ladies but when there are none available, I'm not too proud to enjoy a good cock or two."
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked as I popped bagels into the toaster and we sat down our coffee.
"Of course," she replied.
"I'm dreading the thought of going home and going back to cocks again."
"Then stay with the ladies." she said, laying her hand on mine. "You may not think there are any possibilities and at first, you might want to visit other communities nearby but I'll show you how to spot the potential partner. They're out there, but if the town you're in is as homophobic as you say, they'll be secretive but not impossible."
With the pot drained and the bagels consumed, we looked out of the windows to watch then carve up the huge logs before loading them onto trucks with a monster of a lift.
At noon, we made two full pots of coffee and served them to the lumber crew along with a cake from a mix with whipped topping for frosting.
As I enjoyed the coffee after lunch, Darren and Maggie went off by themselves for a walk down to the lake. At least, that's what they said they were doing, while Butch and I did our talking on the porch, but as soon as they got away from the house his personality changed. He unzipped his jeans and took out his cock, a beautiful specimen of man meat about 8 or 9 inches long and quite thick. I started to reach for it when he grabbed my breast and started twisting and mangling it in his big hands. I pushed him away but that seemed to encourage him and he grabbed my crotch, pulling me out of my chair.
"Come on babe, let's get into that bed and fuck," he said, as he literally started to drag me inside. I threw his arm off and sat down and when he came after me I hit his cock hard as I pushed him away .He continued to try to persuade,me to go to bed with him and I kept telling him to back off.
I took it for as long as I could but when he groped my breast and went after my groin again, it was just too much.
"Look," I finally said, almost shouting, "I don't know what made you think I was trolling or desperate for cock, but I don't appreciate being fondled and groped and constantly hit on. You might be the world's greatest lover but quite frankly I don't give a damn. I didn't come up here to be fucked, I came up here for peace and quiet so you might put that back in your pants because it's not going into me. Your timing, you dismissive attitude, and your lack of respect for women in general and me in particular are all offensive and crude so saddle up cowboy. This is not your Iucky day."
He mumbled something about stupid city chicks and stomped off the porch and I heard the laughter and derisive comments the crew made about his total strikeout.
It took several minutes but I finally got my emotions in check just before Maggie rejoined me. "What the hell happened, Wendy?" she asked. "Butch is really pissed."
"Butch is lucky he got to walk away at all," I declared. "I don't care what you do with your life, Maggie, it's none of my business, but he doesn't own or control me and he has no right to paw over me or try to shame me into taking him into my bed."
