The log house, simple in it's rustic beauty, sat nestled in a secluded patch of woods at the end of a long and somewhat winding private drive. Wood smoke trickled from the stone chimney, adding the scent of burning birch and conifer to the slightly bittersweet tang of the crisp autumn air. Duncan sat on the top step of the porch leaning back against one of the stone covered columns supporting the roof. Eyes closed, face upturned toward the sun he smiled as he scratched absently at the neck scruff of the burley little dog beside him. Despite the warmth beaming down on him, he could feel the seasonal chill on the tip of his nose and in his fingers. He took another sip of hot cider from the large ceramic mug in his hand and patted the dog atop his head before standing. As he stretched, he heard faint splashing sounds from the other side of the house. Again he smiled, this time a trace of the devil in the curve of his lips and raised brow.
The little dog trotted behind him back into the house, stopping to curl up next to the fireplace as his master continued on to the charming and well-appointed kitchen. The man pulled from the cabinet another large ceramic mug, this one covered in a faux stone wear finish with hand-painted chickadees on both sides. He sat it softly on the countertop and stealthily slinked across the room to brush back the frilly curtain just enough to peak out onto the back deck. He loved to watch Erin, for him there was serenity and sex in her every move. The water in large wooden tub nearing the top, she began to remove her long, plush robe slowly. He wondered if she knew he was watching or if his mind was slowing her motions down, allowing him to drink in each newly exposed inch of soft, milky skin. His pulse quickened just a bit, his breathing changed and tingle shot from the base of his spine up into his neck causing him to involuntarily wriggle his shoulders slightly. Only her shoulders and the top of her breast were yet exposed.
As the robe moved further down, she stopped a moment. He was sure he saw a fleeting glimpse of a tiny grin. She had to know. Didn't she? Again, the material began to fall away finally exposing large, pillowy breasts other men would give much to nuzzle but that were, by her permission, his and his alone. At least as far as men were concerned. The autumn air instantly perked her rosy nipples and there was a twinge in his loins as the flesh of his cheeks darkened to their own shade of red. The robe stopped once more as she slowly reached up and cupped her own breasts for a moment, then tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving herself an internal twinge of her own. The front of the garment, barely held together by the loosely tied belt, slid further down and stopped with just a hint of sandy blonde pubic hair peeking out. She turned away from him to face the large diamond willow framed chair beside the tub, his eyes traced down from the hair messily piled and pinned on top of her head, down her neck, down her pale back to the tops of her wide, round hips and top of her plump backside. She untied the belt and let the garment fall free of one arm, at last revealing the fullness of her ample buttocks and invitingly fleshy thighs. She leaned forward to drop the robe on the chair, bending at the waist...bending much further than necessary and holding the pose longer than needed to simply place the robe. His heart and breath picked up the pace another step and an intoxicating warmth began to spread from his crotch down his thighs and up into his stomach as his manhood started to come more fully awake.
Now fully exposed, gooseflesh covered nearly every inch of her perfectly buxom body and deciding she'd put on enough of a show, she quickly but carefully climbed into the tub's steaming waters. Her extremities prickled as the hot water embraced her and forced the cold out of them. She sank into the tub up to her chin with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. Opening them, she drank in the blazing yellow and orange sunbathed panorama of their deck view. Sitting forward she rubbed her tired feet and legs, she hugged herself and rubbed her arms briskly. As her hands crossed back across her body they stopped again at her breasts, cupping then caressing them, fingertips teasing circles around her nipples. There's no way he could be seeing this, she did it for herself. One hand popped up, breaking the surface and just as quickly retreating after grabbing a bar of soap. She rubbed the soap over her shoulders and down over her chest, again enjoying the feel of her own touch. The soap slid down and all around her stomach, down one leg and then the other, then up the inside of her thigh. She teased herself, coming close then sliding away from her crotch a few times before finally brushing firmly against her womanhood and up to lather her pubic hair.
The soap floated away from her hand but she continued to rub ever lower, pressing her fingers firmly against her concealed clitoris in a slow circular motion. Slowly, more slowly than she wanted to, but rushing pleasure, for another or oneself, is often less pleasurable in the end. Her legs spread wide, she worked her hand lower while maintaining the circular motion until her hand came to cup her crotch and she trading the circular motion for an up and down one. Slowly, up and down, the heel of her hand keeping added pressure on her clitoris. It was her turn for a quickening pulse and shallow breathing. Four flat fingers sliding back and forth against the lips of her pussy became three...and then two...and then one. The lips opened slightly like the petals of a flower and wrapped slightly up around her finger, which she kept flat and moving in the same slow up and down motion. Pulling her hand further up she exposed her clit and lightly toyed with it as she ground her hips a bit in reaction to the sensation. Her hand moved down again, her finger pressing down, rubbing over her clitoris then plowing into the fleshy folds of her slit. This time she didn't hold herself back for long, maintaining this action only briefly before bit by bit inserting a finger inside herself. In...and out...she worked her finger, her thumb applying occasional pressure to her clit. Gradually faster, her hips beginning to gyrate a bit more, the warmth of her pleasure outstripping the warmth of the steaming water. She closed her eyes and a long, deep sigh escaped her throat punctuated by the tiniest hint of a moan. Suddenly, a large, strong hand slid down into the water over her right shoulder, across her chest and came to rest above her left breast. It was cold against her tender flesh but quickly warmed in the water. Only slightly startled, she scarcely missed a beat in her in-and-out rhythm.
One hand in the tub, the other wrapped around the handles of both mugs he crouched behind her at the edge of the tub. He leaned in and nuzzled her left ear, partially traced it's outer edge with his tongue then buried his face in her neck. He breathed deep the softly sweet and earthy aroma that was her then planted a series of tiny kisses down her neck and down onto her shoulder. With her free hand she pulled his down onto her breast. He rubbed it then gently squeezed it, she signaled her approval to the way he played delicately with the nipple by easing her head back and pressing it against his neck and shoulder. Then she reached up and back with both wet hands and turned her head, pulling him down to kiss him firmly on the lips. He pulled his head back to look at her then went in for another, deeper kiss.
He handed her the chickadee mug and set his own on the chair before beginning to tug off his shirt. "Did you know I was watching you," he asked, smirking knowingly, and kicked off his shoes.
"Well," she began, then created a teasing pause by taking a lingering sip of cider and flashing her seductive eyes at him over the mug, "I was hoping." She smiled the infectious smile that he could never stop himself from mirroring.
In one swift move he stripped off his pants and briefs together and quickly escaped the biting chill by slipping into the tub facing his love. The tub was long and wide enough for him to put his legs out along the edges, his feet against the outside of her hips as she sat cross legged. They each held their mugs with both hands, sipping their contents, smiling at each other and tossing playful glances from opposite ends of the tub.
"Y'know," he started with a grin, "you didn't have to stop on my account."
