It was my first day back at the cabin this year. I was looking forward to a few days alone to renew my soul. I have always loved the woods and being in nature, but I like being natural most of all. When I'm alone I'll lounge around and relax just as nature intended. Bare. This time is no exception. I put all of my clothes in the bedroom, and that's where they're going to stay until I have to get dressed.
It was almost two in the morning when I got up here on Wednesday morning. So I unloaded my stuff, got the heat on, and lit the pilots on the stove. Then I stripped, and kicked back before finally hitting the sack around three. I'm up early every day, and without my alarm my eyes were open a little after eight. That's a late start for me, but I'm good with it. The forecast called for rain, but it was nice and sunny. A bit cool, but there's still some snow on the ground so that's expected.
I decide to read a good book before I prime the water pump, and get the plumbing all hooked up. It was almost noon before I decided to get motivated. They skies were getting dark, but I didn't want to get dressed. I wasn't looking forward to all the issues that usually creep up whenever I hook the water up, but I'm going to have to shower so I get to it. It of course starts to rain as soon as I have everything pulled apart so I can't stop. Thankfully it all goes well, and it doesn't take too long. My pants got a bit wet, but I wore a raincoat to keep my upper body warm and dry.
I return to my book listening to it rain. I love thunder and lightening. It turns me on for some reason so it's too hard to concentrate on my book. Sitting back I just watch the light show as the sun wanes for the day. I pour a few mixed drinks aiming to hang one on, and by nine I'm there so I retire for the night only to wake at six on Thursday morning having to pee really bad. I hop my big butt out of the warm bed, and sit on the cold toilet feeling the relief as my bladder drains. Being wide awake I grab my book once more after I open the shades and curtains. Sitting on the couch I can see through the large windows to the bird feeder on the deck rail.
It's still a dark and gray day, but there's no wind and the birds and squirrels are out frolicking. I slip on my slippers, and walk outside to fill the feeder. Four deer jump into the tree line startled by my sudden presence, but the chick a dees seem to be waiting for me as they flit all around me wanting food. The air is a bit chilly on the naked body so I fill it quickly before returning to my nice warm cabin and good book. My mind wanders as the story turns sexy leading my thoughts and hand to places that are reserved for intimate times.
When my fingertip grazes over my sensitive nipples I moan and sigh on baited breath. My hand moves slowly down until my fingertip tickles across my clitoris making my hips rock forward as the shiver of pleasure runs my spine. My fingers continue down touching my wetness, and spreading it around before finding my vaginal opening. My hand does just like what's happening in the story, and my fingers just tease my opening and graze my clit. My hips rock as my body craves more, but I refuse myself. I'm following the story teasing myself. Then the story changes as the characters are interrupted. I read on no longer touching myself, but wanting to so bad.
Around 7:30 something catches my eye taking my attention from my book. I look up to see the old guy from across the road standing in the window staring at me. I grab a blanket quick covering myself wondering how long he was watching me, and know that he just saw way more of me than he should have. I just stare at him for a few seconds stunned. He has a huge grin on his face, and he's not looking away.
"What do you want?" I shout through the window.
He doesn't answer. He just stands there grinning.
"Get out of here then, and leave me alone if you don't need anything." I shout in my most dominating voice.
I watch as he turns to exit the porch, but am shocked even more when the door swings open. In seconds he's closing and locking it behind himself. I am in awe as he steps inches in front of me, and just stares down at me smiling. That's when I see the bulge in his pants from his dick straining for freedom. I begin to wonder if I can make it to the back door since he's between me and the frint door? Then I remember that not only did I lock it, but it's very hard to open most of the time. Besides that he's so close I wouldn't get two steps before he would stop me.
"Get out! I didn't invite you in!" I demand knowing that I have no other options.
He begins to unzip his jeans still staring at me.
"Stop that! Get out NOW!"
I see his dick pop out almost hitting me in the nose. It's rock hard and swaying with his heartbeat. Then the musky smell of dick hits my nostrils. It's a smell all of it's own, and it makes my crotch tingle whether I want it to or not. A drop of pre cum forms at the tip in a few seconds. Another one of my turn ons. I hate that I'm so horny, and I blame the book. I stare at the thick purple head topping off the throbbing shaft giving it a torpedo shape with the shaft a bit thicker right behind the head. It's the hardest six inches I've seen in years.
"Put that thing away, and get out!" I demand.
He answers by grabbing my head with one hand and his dick with the other, and he wipes the pre cum across my lips as I purse them shut. It covers my lips with a thick salty sweetness that I can't help but to taste. Oh how I've missed that taste, but my damn husband doesn't like blow jobs.
His hands both grab my head by my hair, and his dick pokes hard against my lips as he pulls me to my knees off the couch. I have no choice except to open my mouth for him. My body is so ready to go, but my brain is screaming at me to stop and run. Again, I blame the story. I grab his hips trying to control him as he fucks my mouth hard gagging me when it hits the back of my throat. When he stops trying to force it in I work to relax my throat knowing that I can take all of him. I also know that once I remember how to relax my throat he can fuck my face as hard as he wants. I do like it a bit harder though.
It's only a couple of minutes before his pubic hairs are tickling my nose, and his balls are bouncing off my chin. He reaches down pulling the blanket off me tossing it on the oposite end of the couch away from me. I soon feel his hands groping my breasts, and his fingers pinch my already hard nipples. Hearing myself moan as he tugs my nipples, his cock in my mouth, and feeling the heat radiating in my loins is all too exciting for me. I am fully in heat and need to be taken even though my brain is still screaming at me.
"I like your fat tits." He says breaking his silence. "You big fat pussy looks so soft and inviting as you played with it. Your slutty mouth is so good. I've been watching you for a while now, and today I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to have you."
He pinches harder, and pulls my nipples twisting them sending waves of pain mixed with pleasure down to my crotch. I moan harder against the cock that's fucking my mouth.
