Just a Cabin in the Mountains

Just a Cabin in the Mountains
By: Evan Boyd

Snow was falling silently, painting the trees white. Smoke rose from an old brick chimney, which predated the building. The cabin was small, just a common room and a bath. Icicles dangled from the tin roof, adding a picturesque frame to two old bent maple rockers on the porch. The log walls were lined with snow
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The caretaker's tire tracks lead away, down the powder-covered road; this and the smoke showed he was here, and gone. We were alone.

The smell of burning cedar permeated the air as we entered. A kettle bubbled above the fire. A trout, caught forever in mid leap, adorned the hearth. The couch was wood framed, and piled high with throw pillows. On the floor was a large, oval, braided rug. The single window was a large bay, overlooking a pine-wooded valley. On a clear day, you could see for miles. This day, the snow and coming darkness were just tinged with pink, limiting the view as the day ended.

Our bags got tossed into a corner. I found two earthenware mugs on a peg in the section of the room that serves as a kitchen. Jars on the small counter contained tea bags (Earl Grey of course) sweetener, coffee and creamer. An old pie cupboard held cheeses and fruit and bread. Smoked ham and turkey breast hang from the rafters in their muslin bags. A note informed us that there was milk and juice in a chill box outside. With a knife from the counter, I sliced some cheese, and bread and apples. She busied herself with making tea to take the chill off of our bones. In the cupboard, I spied a bottle of Frangelica, a hazelnut flavored liquor, and suggested a small splash in our tea.

We set the food and tea before the fire, and tossed several pillows from the couch onto the rug. The warmth was intoxicating. As it was getting dark, I climbed a small stool from a corner to light the candles, suspended over our heads by an old wagon wheel. The smell of apples and cinnamon soon blended with the scent of burning cedar.

I added a few more pieces of wood from a large basket near the hearth. It held enough to keep us warm until morning. She spread a fleece blanket, picnic style and arranged our meal. We sipped our tea and fed each other morsels of food. Each bite was followed by either a giggle or a kiss. Not much talking. The light from the fire brought out the hints of green in her eyes. Still rosy cheeked from the cold, I could see the stress of the day simply fall away from her, as if melted by the fire. Such a soft, beautiful expression was on her face. I knew she would see a similar look on mine.

For a few seconds, that lasted an eternity, nothing else existed. It was only she and I together and we were content, happy, in love.

The wind outside began to whistle a haunting tune around the cabin. A cricket in a dark corner chirped tentatively. I picked up our plates and cups form the blanket. We kissed briefly, as if the one minute apart would be too long to be separated.

I returned to find her arranging pillows; building a love nest for the two of us. We collapsed into each others arms, kissing deeply, passionately. We held onto to one another, almost afraid to let go. She pulled back for a moment, and looked into my eyes. The love there was so strong, anyone else might have thought she looked sad. She lay her head against my chest and began unbuttoning my shirt. Her perfect lips kissed my chest as she helped me out of the shirt. Grasping the bottom of her sweater, I lifted it over her head. Her arms came to rest on my shoulders as I tossed the sweater to the corner with my shirt.

We continued to help each other undress; each article removed more quickly than the last. The warmth of our bodies, along with that of the fire, was accentuated by the still lingering chill of the room. She moaned as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Her hands entwined with my hair, steering my kisses down her body.

I found her moist and excited. My breath against the sensitive skin between her thighs caused her to tense. Soft kisses and gentle probing with the tip of my tongue brought her close to the edge. I guided my kisses to the crease between her thigh and pubis. First one side , then the other. My fingers began to explore her. They slid in easily as if being pulled.

The sounds of her alone was enough to make me crazy. The feel of her quivers only excited me more. I whispered “I love you” as I gently parted the lips of her pussy to expose her clitoris. Taking it ever so lightly between my teeth, I licked, and then softly sucked it. She panted “I want you inside of me” but I continued. A violent shiver throughout her entire body told me she had cum. I dried my lips with kisses to her belly and then breasts.

I brought my lips to hers and we kissed. We were one. Firmly, she pushed me onto my back.. She kissed my neck, sucking, just short of leaving a mark. Her hair caressed my chest, raising goose-bumps. A playful bite to my nipple was followed by her tongue, teasing a line down the center of my belly. I was so hard, it was nearly painful. My discomfort was soon relieved as she took me into her mouth. Moaning, I stroked her hair. Her hand grasped the base of my cock firmly. Slowly, she licked up and down the shaft, then took me in fully once more. I could feel the orgasm building within me. She stopped, leaving me in ecstatic torture.

She crawled away from me, toward the one small table. There she grabbed the bottle of Frangelica.. It was cold as she drizzled a little over the head of my aching cock, but I was soon warmed again by her mouth.

“I am cumming, Baby” I groaned. She slowly slid her lips off of me. A single soft kiss was followed by gentle stroking with her fingers. She giggled softly as I exploded before her. My body convulsed as she licked the now hypersensitive head, followed by the deepest sense of relaxation. She began to rise, but I pulled her back down to me and kissed her passionately.

We lay together for a few moments, sharing “I love you”s and just being content to be next to one another.

“Be still, Honey” she said to me when she did rise. Retrieving a bowl of water and a wash cloth, she returned to kneel between me and the fire. After adding hot water to the bowl from the kettle, she swirled the cloth within. Ever so gently she washed my body, then blew softly on my still damp flesh. Immediately, I felt the desire rise within me again. I was still somewhat soft as she played with me.

Suddenly, she stopped playing and slid back from me. Sitting on her knees, legs parted, she arched back and rested on her left arm. “You’re not getting off that easy” she informed me. I was entranced as I watched her slide the middle finger of her right hand across her clit; small, quick, circular motions followed by slight penetration. Soon I was hard again.

I rose to kiss her lips, her neck her breasts. I pulled her towards me and lay her down. I placed a couple of pillows beneath her before I entered her. I licked the taste of her from the tip of her finger. Slowly and steadily we moved in rhythm. My weight on my elbows, one hand rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger. I could feel her vagina tighten and grip me.

A minute, an hour, an eternity; time meant nothing as we again approached our climax. Her lower lip between her teeth, she moaned louder and louder. “Oh, yes!” she yelled as I moaned in simultaneous release.

The fire was no more than embers by the time we could again move. On rubbery legs, I added more wood. She arranged our little nest once more. We collapsed together, her head on my shoulder. We looked deeply into each others eyes. We kissed, we slept.

The End