The Cabin Part1

It is that time of the year that my life is stressful. I always get to this point that I need to escape and relax. I needed a place where I could hide from the world to think, relax and to get caught up on some much needed rest. The thought of no co-workers, customers, my children's drama, or even the other family members that like to impose onto and into my life sounds like a dream of a life time. Then I remembered that my friend, Bradley, had a cabin in the woods.

I rolled the thought around in my head about calling him and asking to use the cabin for the weekend. I knew he would say it was alright, but all my responsibilities started going through my mind. Sometimes I wish I had a on/off switch so I would not over think things. Then I picked the phone up and I called.

Bradley was so nice about it. He said, "Sure, Hon. You can stay there anytime you like. I understand how it can be and you do work too hard and stay way too busy."

We talked for a few minutes more for him to tell me where to pick up the key. He also let me know that he was at the cabin the weekend before, making sure everything was in working order. He had a hot tub and a sauna installed on the back deck. He gave me permission to use anything there I wanted. I thanked him and I began to pack.

I got up that Friday morning and went by Bradley's office and got the key from him. He told me to enjoy my get away and not to do anything he wouldn't do. That is so typical of him. I told him I would do all I could. We laughed and then I left.

The cabin was near the mountains in the upstate. The closer I got to the cabin the more I felt like I was in a dream. The leaves on the trees where changing to the beautiful colors of autumn. The beautiful burnt reds, the the dull yellows and the crisp browns just seem to jump out at me. It was so beautiful that I instantly began to relax. I was having a great feeling about this weekend.

Upon arriving at the cabin, I notice a truck parked in front. I thought that was curious until I noticed the logo on the side of the truck. It was the delivery guy from local grocery about 20 miles back. As I got out of the car, a young, lanky guy walks out. He looks at me and smiles and says, " Oh, Miss Tammy you are here. Mr. Bradley called and said you were coming. He ordered some things for you and asked for me to deliver them. He told me to let you know that he wanted you to relax and not worry about nothing. He ordered every thing you need to eat and drink. He said to enjoy."

I smiled at this young man and asked how much I owed for groceries and things. He smiled back and said, "Nothing. Mr. Bradley took care of it." I reached in my purse and pulled out the money to give him for a tip. He nodded in appreciation and got in his truck and left.

All of a sudden I realize that I am all alone. I begin to smile and grab my bag out of the car to head inside. I walk up the steps to the porch and I stop and look around. It was so secluded and peaceful. You could hear nature playing her song. The wind was picking up and whistling through the trees. The fallen leaves were rustling across the ground and I could hear the ramblings of God's little creatures off in the distance. It was the best sound I have heard in a long time. It is and always will be my favorite song- the song of nature.

I turn and head for the door. The wind was beginning to blow more, a noticeable chill was coming all over me. I knew that the temperature was suppose to drop but not that quickly. I knew I was gonna have to build a fire and that thought brought a smile to my face.

I went in and found all the groceries were already put up. That was a pleasant surprise. So the only thing I had to do was go upstairs and unpack. That was gonna be stress free because I only brought a flannel gown, a fuzzy robe, clean panties and the sweats I had on for the trip to and from the cabin. I was determined that it was gonna be a weekend of total relaxation.... little clothes as possible. Hell, I could go nude if I wanted to and that thought truly intrigued me.

I took my things up stair and went back down to build a fire. I noticed when I came in that the wood box was full and anticipating to be torched in the fireplace. It took me a few minutes to get the fire roaring, but I finally got it. It had been a while since I had built a fire, but it came back to me. Thank goodness too because it was really getting cold. The temperature dropped quickly and the winds brought clouds in that made it seem like evening out.

Standing in front of the fire, I was thinking about what I wanted to do. I couldn't decide to fix me something to eat or go and take a hot shower. The hot shower won out. I decided I would fix me some dinner and sit in front of the fireplace after my shower.

I went back upstairs and removed my sweat shirt, pants and panties. I let them drop to the floor. I wasn't worried about being a "neat freak" at this time. I walked nude to the shower and turn the water on and I got it as hot as I could stand it. I stepped in and the water falling on my body felt so wonderful. I let it run over my head and felt it run down and seduce the rest of my body. The feeling and sensations were so great from the water that my nipples became so hard. I noticed that I was getting so relaxed and turned on at the same time. At this moment I wish I was not alone in the shower.

I lathered my hands with the most wondrous smelling soap of lavender. I began to rub my hands over my arms and chest. I spent a few minutes on my tits and played with my nipples, knowing that I would heighten the feelings I was already experiencing. I began to think about Bradley and wishing it was his fingers tracing around the base of my nipples. His fingers tugging and pulling at them. The palm of his hand cupped over my tits and massaging. Then I snapped out of it and just finished washing. Figured there was no need to cause all this and no one to share it with.

Afterwards, I got out and threw on my fuzzy robe. The thought of lying in front of the fireplace nude with a blanket over me sounded wonderful and the robe would be easier to remove. I was having the feeling I was gonna finish what I had started in the shower.

Then out of no where, I hear soft music playing from downstairs. I did not remember turning anything on when I came in. I walk out of the bedroom and all the lights were off. Puzzled, I look over the balcony to the living room to see it all glowing with candle light, music playing and a blanket laying in front of the fireplace.

I walk down the stairs in bewilderment. I didn't know whether to be scared or to enjoy the ambiance. I continued to walk down the stairs, looking and never seeing anyone. I walk to the fireplace and look at the blanket and I see a single rose lying in the center. I bend down to it pick up, as I was standing back up, I felt a set of hands on my shoulders. The person leaned in and whispered in my ear. He said, " Hello hon. Thought you might want some company."

Damn, it was Bradley and he scared me too death, but at the same time I was glad he was there. I went to turn around and speak, but he held me right there. He took his hands and began to lift my hair from the back of my neck and started blowing on it. He leaned in and began to kiss my neck gently. I did not make a sound. I wanted and needed to enjoy the gentle touch of his soft lips against my skin.

He slowly removed my robe and pressed his warm body against mine. At this time I realized that he wasn't wearing anything. The feeling of his bare body against mine was making me melt. I went to turn around and he stopped me again. He asked me to lie face down on the blanket. I did as I was instructed.

As soon as I was on the blanket, he grabs something and I feel his hands rubbing warm oil over my back. He began to massage my shoulders and back. The pressure from his hands were just right and I began to relax as if I was drugged. He could do anything he wanted at that moment. I was in his control.

After a while, he applied more oil to his hands and started moving down to my ass and legs massaging. I was enjoying the hell out of it and at the same time I was starting to burn with desire and wanting him in the worse way. My pussy was beginning to get moist and I could tell my clit was beginning to throb. From my moans, he knew exactly what he was doing to me, but he quietly continued. Then he asked me to roll over.

As I rolled over, I saw his face. He was so intense and concentrating on the massage he was giving me. With the warm oil in hand, he began to massage my front side. I was so relaxed that my nipples were not even hard, until he began to massage the oil over them. He took his time and paid special attention to them. What he was doing to my tits and nipples was so relaxing but at the same time evoking a sensation and feeling I have never experienced. I was wanting him to take me right there and right now,

I begin to speak again, but he put his finger to my lips and said, "Shhhhhhh. You wanted to relax and relieve stress, so let me do that for you. Just lie there and enjoy this."

Of course, I listened and enjoyed it as he started to move down to my stomach. It was the best feeling in the world. I do not believe I had ever had my stomach massaged before. As he started to move down, I twitched and anticipated him to start massaging my pussy, but he didn't. He went straight to my thighs and he smiled at the torture he just inflicted on me. At this moment, I wasn't sure who was enjoying this more....him or me.

He thoroughly massaged my legs from top to bottom. If I were any more relaxed, I was going to fall a sleep. My eyes were getting heavy and I knew something else needed to happen. I do believe Bradley read my mind. He moved up my leg and took the oil and poured it onto my pussy. He had me awake and at full attention.

He began to massage the my lips gently and occasionally massaging my clit. It was not a sexual massage to get me to have an orgasm, but to total relax me even more. Carefully, he attended to my womanhood and not once did he let a finger enter me. It did relax me but I could still feel the moisture building and the desire to be entered by Bradley; whether it be with his fingers or his cock.

No longer being able to take it anymore, I looked at Bradley and asked him to fuck me. His reply," No, I will not fuck you. I want to make love to you nice and slow."

I was not sure what he meant, but I was sure I was going to find out as he leaned down and began to kiss me softly on the lips. I could feel the passion in his soul leave him and pass through me with each kiss. He slowly slid his hard cock into my awaiting pussy. He went so slowly that I could feel all of him touching everything inside of me. He began to move in and out of me, causing my juices to build. I would tighten my pussy around his cock and pull him in deeper. My sensations were growing and my release was soon.

He was truly making love to me as he said. Not once did the pace quicken. He never started pounding me. His kisses remained gentle and I could feel his passion flowing into me by the way of his lips and into my soul and storing in my pussy. It began to be so much, I could feel an orgasm releasing. It was a release I has never felt before. It started out slowly and easing through me, then before I knew it, a feeling overwhelmed me. It engulfed my entire body.

The power of the passion releasing was so strong, that Bradley pressed into me and just stayed there. He began to moan as he felt me release all my passion onto his cock. I began to moan uncontrollably over this. I could feel the head of his cock expanding and he held me so tightly to his body as he released in me.His warmth combined with mine and it made it even more powerful.

I can't explain the feelings that were flowing through my body. It was something I had never felt before. I was shaking as if I had been fucking for hours and my muscles were spent, but that is not what happened. He could feel me trembling and laid beside me and held me in his arms. My mind was racing and wondering what had just happened.

I had been with Bradley before and it was never this powerful. I began to wonder if our friendship had grown into more or if there was a hidden meaning to this weekend. Upon all these thoughts, I fell asleep.