The Big Chill

The Big Chill.

         My friend Mark offered Carole and I his cabin for the weekend.  It was just refurbished with a new steam sauna and a new hot tub. 

         The drive is four and a half hours and an hour to find the mailbox with his house number on it.  A gravel driveway snaked a half mile though a deeply wooded area, opening into an extremely large meadow.

         It is a large one-room log cabin, handsomely appointed with knotty pine paneling, large traditional fieldstone fireplace, hardwood floors and a flat screen TV with a DVD player. A platform and half wall separate the king size bed from the rest of the room.  The kitchenette is small but well equipped. 

         A large open deck at the back supports a good-sized covered hot tub to the left and what looks like a ten by ten shed to the right.  Carole peeks inside and called me over.  “Bob look at this.”

         This is his new sauna; it’s lined with the same pine paneling and with a small wood burning stove, two six-foot pine benches and a good supply of firewood.  “Oh- we have to try this!”  Both of us smiling at one another, without saying a word, we ran back inside to change.  Carole pulled our robes out of the suitcase. 

         “Look out the window, you see any paparazzi ready to snap your picture.”

         “But it’s cold!” She was half pleading, with a wrinkled grin. 

         “It’s something we will remember!  Its only ten feet, RUN!  I’ll start a good fire and heat it up.”  I could see that she was going to go along with it. 

         In a half hour I return to find her sitting at the kitchen table wearing her robe.

         “It’s warm an cozy in there, you’ll love it!”  I toss my shorts on the bed.

         “I must be nuts to go along with this.”  She stands up and drops the robe on the chair.

         Bare assed, we stand at the back storm door, we can see big flakes of snow beginning to fall, I yell out, “Geronimo!”  She goes first; prancing through the snow, I love watching her. 

         “You’re out of your mind.” She was laughing as she straddled one of the benches.  I hand her a towel latch the door, put two more logs into the small firebox and add a little water to the stones on top.  A cloud of steam fills the room.

         I sit behind her and start to rub body oil into her shoulders.  She puts her head down.  Her skin is so smooth; the oil with her sweat makes a sensual combination.  She raises her arms over her head, linking her fingers and resting her hands on the back of her head. 

         Adding more oil I move my hands to her side, then to her breasts.  She moans as her nipples become erect under my touch.  Cupping them, I manipulate her gems with my thumbs and forefingers.  “Oh that is good, don’t stop.”

         She is leaning back against my chest.  My left arm is wrapped around her and I’m punishing her right nipple and breast.  I’ve worked my right hand down between her legs; she’s rotates her hips to make her slit available to the tips of my fingers. My lips are roaming the nape of her neck.  The sauna is working well; we are drenched in sweat.

         Carole gets up and turns around; she plants herself in my lap, her legs wrapped around my back and lays back.  I gently open her slit with the tips of my fingers.  The oil on my fingers is aided by sweat and her emissions; she draws in a deep breath as I insert three fingers, massaging her sensitive nub between my thumbs.  She raises her hips to meet my intrusion.

         She is squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.  Her diaphragm is quivering with every small movement of my fingers.  I move faster and can feel her dilate and balloon inside.  She’s crushing me between her thighs.  She grips my hands and stops me from moving.  I try to move my thumb.

         With each pant she says. “Stop … too … much…coming!”  We’re drenched in sweat, all her muscles are clenched, she won’t let me pull out, and she won’t let me move. 

         In two minutes she stops shaking and lets go; as I remove my fingers, she flinches and her hips involuntarily twitch.  She sits up and kisses me passionately, then pushes me down on my back.  Holding my already stiff shaft, I feel her massage its tip.  She’s raking her nails across my scrotum, then up and down my erection.

         Still gripping me, she is rubbing my blunt end in the palm of her hand.  Then she begins to stroke me rapidly while continuing to rub my knob.  I can only lie there; I have no control, I’ve given it all to her.  In a minute I’m ready, “I’m going to explode…” She continues her motions, I erupt; I’m all over, even a drop in her hair.

         Helpless, I watch her walk to the door. “I’m going inside!  Let’s do that again; in bed!”  There’s nothing prettier than a naked woman running through snow.

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