It was a dark and stormy night. The generator was spluttering away outside the cabin as the rain lashed against the roof. Inside, the warm glow of a few table lamps and a small warm fire bathed the single large room. Near the far wall was an old warm looking four poster bed draped in soft old red covers.
The other half of the small cabin was dedicated to a cozy living room. A few old sofas lay in the flickering light around a large shaggy carpet spread in front of the stone fireplace. With the logs crackling and the flames dancing it would warm everything with in reach. The cabin was a great place to escape to from a busy life in the city.
I had brought my new wife Kristine up here for a long weekend hoping to score. The walking in the woods, the quiet seclusion, plus a bottle of red wine or two, usually has the desired effect and ends up with the old bed creaking and shaking as I impale myself gloriously into some hot young wet nymph.
The storm had rolled in quite suddenly while we were out on a walk to the lake. Kristine had been going on about something to do with her work while I followed her up a hill admiring the way her ass muscles flexed and relaxed as her feet navigated the unsteady terrain ahead of her.
With her tight 5ft 4 body and long black hair she looked like some sort of woodland elf out here except that her generous C-cup breasts made her instead into the most delicious sexual object known to man. All I had thought about since first meeting Kristine was what she would look like straddling my lap as she bounced herself up and down upon my swollen shaft.
Luckily we were not too far from the cabin when the rain started but no amount of running was going to stop us from getting a soaking. We jogged back together laughing in the rain, splashing in little puddles that were beginning to form. Kristine's shirt was getting increasingly wet and was sticking tightly to her voluptuous body. While I had managed not to stare thus far it was getting harder and harder as her bulging erotic outline became more clearly defined.
We were only a minute or two away from the cabin when the air started to get much cooler and quite quickly. The rain then came in earnest and started dropping thousands of fat cold rain drops onto us. In the darkening light we could see the warm glow of the cabin lights in the clearing just up ahead and ran full speed towards it as the storm unleashed onto us.
Crashing through the door laughing I turned to catch Kristine as she came laughing in behind me, briefly feeling the press of her body against mine, the slight twitch between my legs noting it too. Turning back I pushed the door closed against the rain and wind which was now whipping up outside.
As I turned back around time seemed to fall into slow motion. Dripping wet from head to toe and gently wringing out her hair was an apparition of beauty. Her soaked t-shirt was slightly see through and clung to those perfect breasts. Her nipples looked like they were piercing the very fabric of her shirt as her chest heaved, catching breath. Bathed in the soft light of the cabin she was a sight to behold.
"Ahem?" she coughed.
With a little shock I looked up into her eyes.
"What do you think you're staring at?" she asked cheekily.
"If only you could see what I can see you would understand."
"Oh, I understand perfectly," she cooed at me.
"Oh I bet you do," I thought to myself, a twinge of paranoia passing over me.
"I understand" She said with a grin, "you look pretty cute under that wet shirt of yours too you know? Why don't we get out of these wet clothes before we catch a cold?"
With that she gracefully lifted the sides of her shirt up over her head releasing her bosoms to bounce briefly from their confinement. Her small brown nipples sat atop the peaks of her firm perky breasts. Her waist, slightly muscled, breathed in and out.
I moved slowly towards her pulling my sodden shirt off and as I got close to her she lifted her hands to help pull my sleeves off, leaning her naked chest against my stomach. I could feel the hardness of her nipples almost scratching against my skin as she wrestled the sleeves from my grasp.
I let the shirt fall to the ground and looking down on this innocent little creature I swept her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue immediately slithered between my lips and our mouths parted to allow our tongues to dance. She was really vigorous and it was not long before we were practically licking one another.
A sudden crack of thunder made us jump. The rain was really plastering the cabin now and it was getting a bit chilly inside. "Why don't you go get dried off and I'll start us a fire" I suggested and with a hop and a skip she was away. I watched as her breasts swayed out to each side of her as she went over to the bed and with a raging hard-on I turned my attention to getting a fire going.
Just as the logs were kicking into strong flame I felt a hand on my back. "Ahh, a good caveman you are" she smiled into the fire. Squat down beside her I turned to look up at her and fantastically she had decided to stay without a shirt and I was met a view of the soft underside of those breasts flickering in firelight.
"Me make fire," I joked, "Me like fire. Girl like fire?"
"Girl like," she smiled down on me.
"Me like girl too" I grinned "Girl sexy beautiful. Girl better than fire."
She seemed to find this conversation acceptable and lowered her mouth to mine. Locked deep in a kiss she pushed down against me lowing us to the soft shaggy carpet. There we were rolling around, body pressed to body, tongue tied with tongue in front of a warm crackling fire. This was going to be brilliant!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Like Meer cats our heads popped up in shock to look over the couches towards the door.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"Hello, are you in there?" came a man's voice from just outside, "Hello, help please, I need your help."
"Who is it?" asked Kristine in a hushed whisper.
"How the hell should I know?"
"Please! I got caught in the storm. I'm freezing!" came the call from outside.
"What if he's like an axe killer or something?" Kristine hissed at me.
"You've seen too many movies. We can't just leave him standing out there can we?" I got up towards the door, "quick, go get your shirt on and I'll see who it is."
"Be careful," Kristine said as she ran over towards the bed.
I walked over to the door and released the catch. The door swung open towards me with a big gust of cold wet wind causing the fire to dim and dance in all directions in objection. A sodden wet figure stood in the doorway.
"Please, I'm sorry to bother you but I just need a warm place to stay," he said hurriedly. "I was fishing down by the lake when the storm rolled in and my tent blew away."
The rain continued to lash into the cabin with a fury so I made a quick decision and invited the stranger to come in. He wasn't more than a step inside before, from either side of the open door, came three more large lads who pushed inside violently.
"HEY! What the fu..." I tried to object but one of them barged into me as he came in knocking me to the floor as the rest poured into the small cabin. The door was slammed shut and there was some vigorous shaking of jackets raining water down on me as the four men stood surveying the inside.
"Nice place ya got here," commented one.
"Yeah, real nice place," said another with a slightly sardonic tone.
I looked up at the group who were all looking across the room smiling. Following their gaze there was Kristine standing in front of the bed with her plump breasts straining the buttons of the shirt she had flung on. She had a frightened look on her face and I realized we were now in a bit of trouble. I had to get control of this situation somehow and fast.
"Sorry to barge in on you like this mate," said one of the guys in a slightly condescending manner.
"Yeah, sorry to put you out," said another mockingly.
"Hey girlie" called one of them, "you got something to drink in this place?"
Kristine was almost trembling on the bed. Her female fear meter had already interpreted the reality of the danger that was facing her and was rapidly thinking on ways to avoid serious trouble. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen with all 5 sets of our eyes following her movements. "How about a couple of beers?" she offered.
"That'd be fine miss," said one, licking his lips while another elbowed his friend smiling.
With their attention diverted I got to my feet. The part of my brain that briefly considered knocking them all out with my non existent James Bond kung fu skills made way for a more rational and submissive tack.
"Hey guys," I probed as they turned to look at me, "look, it's really late and I know it's raining and all but..." The sentence hung in the air unsure of how to finish itself. One of the guys took the lead and finished it for me.
"Oh, I think we'll be just fine here for the evening" he said with a grin looking back at Kristine who was sheepishly coming over to the men with the peace offering of beers in hand. The four men took their beers and clinked them together chatting, nudging and laughing as Kristine came over and stood by my side.
"Ugh, I'm soaked," said one to another.
"Yeah, me too," agreed the large one who started pulling his sodden sweater off.
As if it was some sort of cue they all started peeling out of their wet clothes dumping them on the floor around their feet. "You got some towels?" asked one of them.
"We'll get you some," said Kristine taking me by the hand. She led me over to the dresser by the bed and once we were far enough away she whispered suddenly "what are we going to do?"
"What?" I whispered back, "just be nice."
The four burly men were across the room slowly taking off their wet shirts while drinking on their beers and talking together.
