Vacation Getaway Interrupted
Reluctance/nonconsent Story

Vacation Getaway Interrupted

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Will looked across the tiny aisle at his beautiful sandy-haired wife of twelve years who looked as if she was going to vomit at any moment. He reached over, concern etched on his face, as he placed his hand over hers.

"Holly. Are you feeling any better?" he asked loudly over the roar of the helicopter rotors as it raced through the valley between the mile high snow-covered peaks of the Rocky Mountains a thousand feet above the frozen over valley lake that stretched a couple of miles from shore to shore.

She looked at him and held out her hand palm down wiggling it side to side indicating that it was still touch and go. She was grateful that the pilot, a silver haired veteran of the Vietnam war, carried a supply of gravol pills with him. It was unfortunate that she hadn't had the foresight to think about it before they had lifted off. She had flown hundreds of times on commercial aircraft but never on a helicopter. She hadn't realized that the experience would be so different.

Why couldn't she be like Will.

He hadn't shown any sign of discomfort even though it was also his first helicopter ride.

At least the medication was finally kicking in, she thought feeling the dizziness and headache slowly recede. She could finally open her eyes and watch the scenery race by in all directions no longer feeling sharp flashes of pain that seared into the back of her eyes.

"Was that a road back there on the far side of the valley?" she asked the pilot.

"Yes Ma'am," he answered, "but it only provides access to the western shore not the eastern side where you are headed."

Holly wondered why they couldn't have chosen the west side of the lake at least they could have driven there by the looks of it.

"So you're saying... " she continued, "that the only way to where we are going is by helicopter?"

"At this time of the year there is no other way," he began, "although I suppose you could cross the lake by snowmobile from the west shore especially this year with the extreme cold we have had. The lake ice must be more than two feet thick. Float planes are the main means of getting here in the summer and there are also some old logging roads that are accessible in the summertime."

"Why couldn't we have used the logging roads instead?" she asked.

"Well Ma'am," he said with a hint of exasperation, "because those are all blocked by heavy snowfalls and avalanches. Those roads are usually only open a few months of the year anyway since they are not paved."

"Is there anyone who lives on the west shore this time of year?"

"I wouldn't know for sure but there are few year-round cottages mainly occupied by hunters and trappers and a few others," he added.

"I understand that the Petersons live only a few miles away," Will said cutting in.

The pilot said, "Yes sir! Frank, his boy Billy and brother Belany have been there for quite some time. They're good people! They'll take good care of you."

"They set everything up and have supplied us with everything we'll need for the next three weeks including snowmobiles," Will said to no one in particular.

Holly smiled at him.

"You sure you folks aren't gonna go stir crazy for that long?" the pilot asked, "... there ain't much to do up there... no TV, radio, cell phone towers... " he added chuckling.

"I'm sure we'll find plenty to keep us busy," Will said without thinking never taking his eyes away from the window.

The pilot glanced in the rearview mirror catching Holly's stare. She was blushing. The pilot quickly averted his eyes but thought that Will was one lucky son of a bitch. It wasn't easy to tell whether she had a good body or not but the pilot would later tell his buddies that she was a real head-turner. He suspected that behind the layers of clothes there was gold in them thar hills. He smiled to himself.

"You think that there will be anyone around this time of year other than the brothers?" Will asked interrupting the pilot's thoughts.

"Doubt it," the pilot answered, "not too many people come out this time of year."

"Guess that explains why I got such a good deal," Will replied.

The pilot just nodded.

"Almost there," he added as the aircraft dropped to within a couple of hundred feet of the icy surface.

Minutes later the craft was banking sharply in preparation for the landing.

"Oh God! " was all Holly had a chance to say before her stomach rebelled at a vicious updraft and expelled the little she had eaten that day.

Will held on tightly to his seat.

"Sorry about that," the pilot offered as they touched down and he began to shut down the engines.

Will looked over at his lovely wife who had turned two shades of green. He hoped that this day did not foretell disaster.

Keep it optimistic he told himself and tried to smile.

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"You hear something?" Hector asked standing up as quick as he could even though he wobbled on unsteady legs. He looked at the heap of empty beer cans that surrounded him. No wonder his head felt like it was about to explode.

Only moans and grumbling could be heard through the lavish cottage nestled hidden among hundred-foot trees a football field distance from the edge of the frozen mountain lake.

"I guess not," he sarcastically answered aloud stumbling and swearing as he stepped over a couple of comatose drunken bodies and made his way to the floor to ceiling window that covered half of the front of the million dollar hideaway. He looked out frantically rubbing his eyes to chase away the beer induced haze.

"Son of a bitch!" he announced as his vision cleared, "looks like we got company."

He watched as a helicopter banked and began to descend on the other side of the lake. It disappeared from view as it landed on the opposite shore.

Hector turned away from the window looking around at the aftermath of the nightly drunken carnage. Nick and Henry lay sprawled on the floor. They hadn't had the energy or sufficient control of their own bodies to make it up the stairs to their own rooms as did Hector. The other four must have made it up he thought. But the overwhelming smell of vomit, urine and feces was getting to him.

Day four he thought - three more to go before we return to civilization.

He shook his head wondering what had possessed him to join his fraternity buddies on a "one-week once-in-a-lifetime secret getaway".

He knew he should have asked more questions but Tommy had led the six of them to believe that they would never forget this adventure. He promised he would do his best to try. The urge to hop into one of the three SUV's parked out back and head to civilization was more than just tempting.

When Tommy had brought up the getaway Hector wasn't the only one who had thought of crystal clear Caribbean waters, snorkeling, drinking and lots of willing prime pussy. The only hint Tommy had given them was that they were going to be on the waterfront which only reinforced their beliefs of warm Caribbean waters - Tommy was fortunate he had survived the first day of the trip.

The seven young men were the only existing senior fraternity members and it was tradition that such members live it up on occasion at the expense of the frat fund. Hector suspected that Tommy's old man had suggested the family cottage to his son to give him an excuse to bilk the fund.

Hector had to admit though that it was a hell of a place - nine huge bedrooms each with a plasma screen TV, fireplace, full bathroom and shower facilities; but these were men in the early twenties. Their libidos were as high as they were going to get and they had been without pussy for far too long.

By day two some of the men were beginning to comment jokingly about how nice Hector looked from behind. He vowed to get revenge on Tommy for this. As he headed for his room to shower off the filth of the previous night he glanced back at the front window and began to wonder who their new neighbors were. He dreamed that they were seven cheerleaders or something just as enticing. The more he thought about it the more he decided that he would need to go and take a look for himself. He would talk to the others later as he stepped under the warm spray of the shower daydreaming about their fantasy visitors but not overly optimistic.

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Will paced in the main room of the beautiful log cottage hardwood floors throughout, skylights in every room and fully equipped with the latest of conveniences including a room size thick plush throw-rug, two couches and leather chairs and a massive stone fireplace that adorned one corner of the main room. The cottage was all on one level with two bedrooms each at opposite ends with full ensuite baths. A fully equipped kitchen and dining area completed the back of the cottage and each with a fireplace identical to the main in style although considerably smaller.

He looked out the main window that sat in the middle of the cottage length deck overlooking the frozen lake. He instinctively shivered at the thought of being outside in the arctic air even though the room was toasty comfortable amid the crackling sound of logs popping in the fireplace. A gas-powered generator provided the cottage with electricity which indirectly provided them with water.

He looked longingly at the rug hoping that he and Holly could take it for a test drive. His mind drifted to thoughts of him naked atop his gorgeous wife buried deep within her, her perfect breasts flattened against his chest as she mewled and pleaded with him for more as the burgeoning fireplace provided the perfect backdrop and atmosphere making him more virile than he could ever remember. He knew they both needed this escape and was anxious about every little detail being perfect.

The helicopter ride was the first chink in the armor and, of course, Holly's reaction the second. She had raced into the cottage desperate to find the bathroom. He had listened to her behind the closed door retching loudly for almost ten minutes before she emerged looking more bedraggled than before. He led her to the master bedroom where she threw herself onto the bed and was fast asleep in minutes.

He looked at his watch. It was late afternoon, more than six hours later and she was still out like a light.

He decided to check in on her. He cracked open the door. He had pulled the thick drapes closed which bathed the room in darkness except for the light that found its way through from the skylight directly above the bed. He had completely forgotten about it and now looking around noticed a switch next to the bathroom entrance. The switch would cause a built-in blackout screen to close over the skylight bathing the room in darkness. Before throwing the switch he looked longingly at his wife. She was fast asleep wearing a long-sleeve heavy sweater and jeans with thick socks. She lay on her side her breasts pushing invitingly against her clothing. Will smirked at how self-conscious she was about her breasts. They were large but not overly so with palm size aureole (a close friend referred to such nipples as pancake nipples) and long nipples that grew even longer and thicker when she was horny. Will often used them as a barometer of sorts to judge her mood and her reaction to his sexual advances and attentions. He always kept that little secret to himself.

His eyes followed the curve of her waist past the supple softness and fullness of her thighs and buttocks seemingly straining for release against the fabric of her jeans stretched taught by her position. He tried to picture her lying naked oblivious as he carefully and closely inspected every inch of her. Suddenly he felt odd and looked down at the painful bulge in his pants.

"Damm," he thought standing on tiptoes and quickly reaching into his pants to reposition his erection.

"After twelve years you still turn me on more than you will ever know," he whispered.

Suddenly the room was devoid of sound as he realized that she had woken and was laying on her back a tear and a huge smile adorning her beautiful features. They stared deeply into each others' eyes without a word between them. Their hearts pounded in unison as their emotions mounted higher and higher. Holly lifted her right hand and stretched her finger in the age old, "come here you!" gesture.

Will moved forward but Holly was already unzipping her jeans and pulling them together with her panties urgently from her body. Will just stood staring. She looked at him with wonder then slowly spread her long legs smiling at him throughout the slow teasing motion until he could see her full open vagina. Without taking her eyes from him she lowered both hands placed them alongside her vagina and pulled it open. He had never seen her like this before, ever. He thought he was going to cum in his pants. He fumbled madly with his pants as if the cottage was on fire, swearing at laces of his shoes that became knotted as he stumbled and fell standing on one leg like a drunken stork. He heard her giggling which somehow added to the allure. He stood up with his pants pooled on one leg unable to pull it past a shoe that wouldn't come off.

"Ahggg fuck it! " he announced as he leapt onto her dragging his pants and shoe like an awkward anchor.

"I was hoping you would say that!" she said playfully into his ear as he easily found her wet opening plunging into its depths until his testicles kissed the cheeks of her ass.

He shuffled his hips forward aching to get as deep as he could moving slowly at first but his hormones were on fire as were hers. In seconds he was pounding hard and furious into her as she wrapped her long legs around his hips yelling and screaming obscenely for him to fuck her harder.

The bed bounced viciously and the springs sang with strain as the couple worked against each other yelling and screaming encouragement. Will bellowed as he erupted, the sensations of spurt after spurt tingling through every inch of his body. Seconds later he was joined by Holly who thrust up so violently against him she would have bucked him off if not for her legs trapping his hips against hers.

"Oh Goddd!" they both moaned loudly as her vaginal muscles squeezed and relaxed and squeezed and relaxed again and again. They gradually came to a stop yet even then their hips ground side to side against each other. Will laid his mouth over hers kissing her deeply as he continued to grind into her. They broke apart a minute later breathing heavily their chins on each other's shoulder as their pelvises perpetually moved against each other.

"I guess you're feeling better?" Will whispered into her ear.

She pinched him on the buttocks playfully and added, "I guess you are too! Ohhh... " she added.

"My, my aren't we feisty," she added with a grin a moment later feeling his penis begin to harden within her already. Will smiled feeling his erection return. He angled up and moved the hardening penis back and forth a few times. She grabbed his hips and held on tight preventing any movement. He looked at her puzzled. She gave him her best devilish smile and pushed him off in one smooth motion saying, "lets' get something to eat first. There will be plenty of time for that later. I promise."

She got off the bed and strode to the bathroom naked from the waist down. Will gave her a wolf whistle which made her walk slower wiggling her hips sensuously before adding with a hint of mischief, "oops someone dropped a nickel."

She bent down at the waist and slowly shuffled her feet apart spreading her legs showing him her full womanhood exposed. She stayed in that position for more than a few seconds to let him drink it all in then as quickly stood up and disappeared into the bathroom closing the door and giggling.

It had been the most exciting thing he had ever seen. Will sat up on his haunches and said, "WOW!"

He gulped and stared at his now full erection. He was tempted to relieve himself right there but then thought that he had a much better use for it than his own hand. Will closed his eyes and drifted off when he heard Holly run the shower.

"It looks as if things have turned out perfect after all," was the last thing he said to the empty room. He couldn't believe Holly's transformation.

"Must be the mountain air," he said aloud laughing in fine spirits.

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Will had missed the subtle movement at the bedroom window. Hector, peering through a small opening in the drapes had caught the whole Holly show from start to finish and was leaning his forehead against the log wall, breathing heavily both hands locked around a cold slippery erection slightly larger than Will's, his knees shaking. The side of the wall was coated in a thick discharge that had exploded from the young man when Holly had spread herself revealing her wet opening dripping with her husband or boyfriend's cum. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen from one of the best-looking women he had ever seen.

Hector was shivering and quickly pushed himself back into his pants and zipped up. The warmth quickly returned. He chuckled at the frozen over lump of sperm stuck to the wall. He though it looked like a warped popsicle. He wondered what it would be like to make her lick it. He smiled evilly and moved to the back of the house where he watched the beautiful woman undress and hop into the clear glass-encased shower where he could watch her every move. Hector held his breath when she removed her top and bra. He thought they were the most perfect breasts he had seen.

"Man," he thought, "what I wouldn't give to fuck those titties!"

His erection returned with a fury. Hector watched her spread the liquid soap in her hands and then lather her perfect breasts pushing them together, rotating her palms over the large aureoles and finally tweaking and pulling her own nipples as one hand stole between her legs massaging the swollen flesh. Hector stared hard at her long thick nipples. Her eyes were closed the whole time. Hector moaned and unleashed another spermsicle against the house his eyes trying to burn the images of the beautiful woman into his brain before getting back on his snowmobile and racing back across the lake to tell his friends.

"Looks like this adventure has finally become a little interesting," he thought.

He was beginning to regret that they only had a few days left.

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Holly put her back to the bathroom door pleased and a little shocked with her actions. She would have to relate some of the events to her friends Karen and Jennie. They had very strong marriages and Holly had been curious as to their secrets. They had both shared with her some of their secrets to keeping one's partner attentive and interested. The sexual exploits the two had recanted shocked her to the core but the results were above reproach. Karen had told her that if she believed that Will was her one true soulmate, that in effect they were part of the same person, then she should be unafraid or unashamed to do anything that would please her mate. She had thought carefully about that and finally concluded that they were right. She had experienced horrific behavior by male suitors and boyfriends all her life but she had never felt more comfortable with anyone but her Will.

She smiled as she undressed unaware of the bulging eyes of the young man at the window as she bared her breasts. She had a few more surprises for Will and thought for the first time that she would do anything for him - anything at all.

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"What?" Tommy said.

"You shittin' us man?" another asked after Hector relayed the events he had witnessed firsthand.

"I swear on my mother's grave," he began, "... and this bitch has got the most amazing tits and ass I have ever seen... I swear... you gotta see her to believe it."

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