Janie and I are self-employed and make a good living for ourselves. The last few months had been extremely successful and stressful. We had not had much time for ourselves and our sex was suffering because of it. We were ready to rekindle the flame.
I parked the John Deere UTV close to the porch that led up to our adobe ranch home. I had just finished moving a large cooler of food and a rifle case from the steps to cargo bed when Janie came out of the front door with a duffel of clothing.
Long brown hair tied back in a ponytail Janie, in a form fitting work shirt, snug blue jeans and a pair of well-worn hiking boots bounded down the steps. I paused to watch her breasts bounce as she bounded down the steps. Janie tossed the duffel in the back seat and strapped it with one of the seatbelts before sliding into the front passenger seat.
"Ready", I asked using a phone App to open the watchful eye of our home security system.
With a firm squeeze on my thigh she breathed, "More than ready Lover".
I pulled the dash mounted shifter into drive and pointed the green and yellow UTV between the house and barn toward the narrow trail that leads to the backside of our, mostly forested, eleven-hundred-acre property. Heading down into a tree covered valley we saw a small herd of deer jump off of the path into the trees. We do have an abundance of wildlife.
Fishing, minor repairs around the cabin, evenings lounging around a fire pit and sex with my Janie occupied my mind as I navigated the off-road vehicle into the back country. I imagined, knowing her as well as I do, Janie was similar in thought. Afterall the last month or two sex had been a hurried missionary vanilla stress relief a time or so a week.
Late summer and having had lots of rain we splashed through more than a few small puddles that dotted the trail that meandered through our property. Lush green trees and new growth bush crowded the sides of the trail. Thankful I had been along through here with the mower twice already this year, I cast sideways glances at Janie's boobs jiggling in time with the bumpy ride.
"Pay attention to your driving and quit perving my tits," she admonished catching me leering, "You can have all of them you want over the next few days."
It was midmorning and warming up, but with all of the shade it was still a cool ride that took us the better part of thirty minutes to arrive at our off-grid piece of paradise.
I stopped the UTV near the front door of the brown stained twenty-by-twenty-foot cabin we had built with our own hands. It had taken nearly two dozen trips to bring the lumber in on a trailer behind the Deere. Over time, about six months, with the help of a tent, a generator and power tools we had, cleared some trees and crafted a livable getaway that even our children knew nothing of.
While I unloaded our supplies and gear onto the small porch Janie went up the steps to open the door. "Nice ass," I called after her, "Got any fries to go with that shake".
Janie's response was wo wiggle it a few times before putting a key in one of the locks. Once the sturdy door was opened, we ferried our things inside. Everything looked good. There had been no intrusions since our last visit.
We worried not that any human would find our secret hideaway. You can be sure that every wild animal in the area was not only aware of it, from the claw and bite marks on various parts of the structure, they had tried to breech the interior.
While Janie busied herself putting things in their place, I stepped up the ladder to the loft we used for a bedroom. After a cursory check that everything was the way, it should be I climbed down and went outside. I checked the batteries and solar panels before removing the heavy wooden shutters we keep on the windows when we are not here.
Taking the last shutter down my loins stirred as I caught Janie unbuttoning her shirt. Slipping it off her shoulders she reached behind her unhooking a pale blue bra setting her pendulous breasts free. Even after using them to feed three, now grown babies they had kept their shape and my attention for three decades.
Standing only in blues jeans she caught me looking. Raising her hands to cup those bountiful boobs Janie grinned. Using her thumbs to coax the pinkish brown nipples to firmness. She juggled them in her hands a few times and mouthed the word later before picking up a white wife beater and sliding it down over her womanly form.