Cabin vacation - Part 2 of 4

Mid-January

The snow crunches under the wheels of the rental car as we pull into the driveway of the cabin. They have about 100 acres of land and several cabin types and sizes. We selected the smallest cabin, a single bedroom version with a "romance" package type that includes some fun couples' add-ons.

It is late afternoon, and we have been up and traveling since 4 am. I am pretty tired, you slept on the plane. We have to unpack the car and make dinner, but that should not take too long. Inside the cabin is super cute, it has that rustic feel. A wood burning fireplace with logs already set up and an actual bear skin rug in front of it.

It's basically one big room with the living room and kitchen all in one and then a single bed/bath at the back. It has some modern conveniences like running water and air conditioning. The cabin is already warm when we get inside. "I know you are tired babe, but will you please make us a fire? I will make dinner while you work on that for me," you say.

"Of course I will, I'm not that tired. It should only take 5-10 min," I reply. I drop our bags in the bedroom. You go back to the car for the cooler and groceries. We stopped at a store on the way in, per the instructions the cabin rental company provided. When you come back in, I notice you don't have the cooler with you. "I can't lift the cooler. Will you bring it in for me?" you ask.

I stand up from in front of the fireplace where I was setting up the kindling and head outside again. I grab my coat on the way. It will only take a few seconds, but it is brutally cold outside. The air is crisp and sharp, but being out in the forest it is also refreshing and oxygen rich. It feels different from the desert air I am used to.

The air is heavy with moisture too. It is hard to breathe the cold air, but it still feels nice somehow. I haul the cooler out of the back seat and put it on the floor of the kitchen by the fridge for you. I head back to the fireplace to get the fire going. We both have a chill from going in and out.

You already have a pot of water on the stove to boil. You move to the fridge and start putting the groceries from the cooler into the fridge and freezer. It takes me another five minutes to get the fire set up the way I want. Then I light it and blow to get the fire going. It does not take much longer to take hold, and then I walk back to the kitchen to help you.

You have some ravioli in the pot boiling away, and I take over putting away the pantry groceries. You made another trip to the car while I was working on the fire and are holding your hands in the steam above the pot to warm them up. I slide in behind you and wrap my arms around your waist, my chest pressed against your back.

You wrap your own arms around mine and rub my forearms with your hands, their chill giving me goose bumps. "Wow you are cold," I say. You giggle, and rub faster. We stand there watching the ravioli boil. Just letting life be lived. The ravioli looks ready to me, the jar of sauce is simmering next to it, I guess I should set the table.

Reluctantly I break away from you and start searching the cabinets and drawers for plates and silverware. There is a little wooden four-person dining table off the kitchen area and I set out two plates, forks, knives, and napkins. I am already carrying a water bottle for myself and set it on the table. "What do you want to drink?" I ask.

"Anything diet," you reply. I am laughing to myself, we bought some diet at the store so you know exactly what is there. I pull a can and fill a glass with ice. Knowing you like to pop your own can and pour it yourself I leave it unopened. Something about the fizz and how I don't do it right.

A few minutes later and we are eating a lovely meal looking out the picture window at a beautiful winter forest scene. All that's missing is a mama deer and her fawn to make it a perfect post-card view.

When we finish dinner you say, "Why don't you head to bed. I know you are exhausted, and we have plenty of time to spend together this trip." Kissing you good night and grunting the same, I trudge off to the bedroom to figure out the sleeping arrangement. You are cleaning up the dinner plates and putting away leftovers in the kitchen.

I don't sleep well in general, especially in a new place. I am looking for a flat pillow I hate sleeping on a puffy one. Sometimes I bring my own pillow when I travel. It just didn't fit in the luggage this trip. I also check the curtains before laying down. In the morning even a little light will wake me up, so I try to get them closed as tight as possible.

I have done what I can to prepare the bedroom. Then I head to the shower, I can't just go to bed like this. I need to wash the travel off of my skin. I have only been in the shower a few minutes when I see your silhouette though the curtain on the other side getting undressed. "Hey baby, come on in, the water feels nice," I invite you in.

You step into the shower, icy cold air hitting my body when you open the curtain. The shower is not exactly big, and the water pressure is not exactly a torrent. We huddle together washing each other and sharing our body heat. Not a bad way to shower really. I love seeing you all wet and shiny anytime.

We turn off the shower and climb on out. The bathroom is a lot warmer now from the steam. It is not uncomfortable when we get out. We towel each other off, another benefit of taking a shower with you. "Go ahead and get in bed," you say, "I just have some of my nightly routine to do before I join you." Kissing you good night again. I slip out of the bathroom as quickly as I can to keep the heat in there for you and climb into bed to try and get comfortable.

Twenty minutes later when you join me in the bedroom, I am still awake. I'm just lying there trying to sleep. You slip off your robe and join me, the bed is already warm from my body heat. You snuggle up to me. Even just the few seconds between disrobing and getting under the covers in the winter night gave you a bit of a chill. I don't mind my sexy half naked "baby girl" wrapping herself around me. Nothing wrong with that feeling. We drift off to sleep a little while later lying in each other's arms.

In the morning it seems there was a storm overnight. It looks like a blizzard swept through, I can't see any part of the car, and the snow is piled up above the tires. It is still snowing out. I check my phone, turns out this is one of those "once in a hundred years" storms. We are snowed in.

When you wake up, we have breakfast and discuss the situation. "I will have to dig out the car. I don't want to wait for the snow to melt, then re-freeze, and get heavy," I say.

"I guess this changes our plans, that tour in town we were going to do today is not happening now," you reply.

"That's okay, we will just spend some quality time together and see what it looks like tomorrow. I am sure, considering the weather, they will let us reschedule," I say.

"I'm sure you're right. When are you going to shovel? It is still snowing out," you ask.

"I'll do it after lunch," I answer. I make sure there is plenty of wood inside the cabin. Bringing some in from the wood pile on the covered porch. It is protected from the weather, and is still mostly dry. Even with the modern heating in the cabin the fire is nice to have.

I get the fire roaring again. We sit on the couch in front of it talking, still in our robes. A few hours later, I kiss you and get up to shovel. I figure no need to shower before sweating my ass off shoveling. I throw on my clothes from yesterday and go outside.

'FUCK! It is cold', I think to myself. I saw a snow shovel on the porch when we arrived and pull it down from the hook. I figure I better get a path to the car and dig the car itself out. Working on a four-foot-wide path down the sidewalk to the driveway, around the car, clearing off the car itself, and clearing the driveway behind the car.

That should give us access to the car if we need it and reduce future shovel work later if it keeps snowing. Which so far it has. It has taken the better part of three hours. My arms and back muscles are crying out in pain from the heavy work.

Hanging the shovel back on its hook I walk inside. I need a shower. I'm sweaty and tired and gross, but I really don't have the energy right now. I throw a bath towel on the couch to protect it and sit down on it. My thinking is to rest for a few minutes then to shower.

You walk over to me from the kitchen and hand me a mug of hot chocolate. Kissing me, you say, "Wow that was sexy. I watched you through the window the whole time. There is something about a man working that is just sexy."

Smiling, you set your mug down on the end table, and climb on my lap straddling my body with your legs. You start rubbing my chest and kissing me. I can taste the hot chocolate still on your lips. You take my mug, and it joins yours on the table. Hooking your fingers under my shirt, you pull it up and off my body. My chest is slick with my perspiration.

You lean in kissing and rubbing my chest some more. I am getting really turned on now, your soft touch feels so nice after all that hard work. You run your fingers through my hair and kiss me again. Then you open your robe, while I was outside you stripped off everything else. It turns out you were playing with yourself while you watched me work. You are already turned on and wet.

You press your nipples into my face, pulling my head forward into your chest. I am happy to start licking and sucking on them. You have beautiful breasts and I love how hard your nipples get with my attention. You moan with the touch, pressing into me a little harder. My hands slide inside your robe and up your back. The heat of the fire and our bodies suddenly feels overwhelming.

I slide the robe off your shoulders, and you shake it off, letting it fall to the floor. "I need you inside me," you whisper in my ear. Reaching down you start pulling on my belt. I look at your face, seeing your concentration while you figure out how to get me inside of you. I lift my hips with you on top of me, and we pull my pants down together. My boxers go with them, they are stuck together at this point.

My member is standing at attention, ready for you. You prop yourself up with one leg so you can get me inside of you. Grabbing my dick and rubbing it against your lips getting the tip wet with your juices. Then you slide down on it taking it all at once. You let out a groan. A deep, yearning, pent-up groan you have been holding since you first slipped a finger inside yourself hours ago watching me work.

You wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me deeply as you ride up and down. Rolling your hips and gyrating, getting that sexy movement that changes the angle constantly and feels incredible on my dick. All the while kissing me. Your tongue playing with mine, in a dance we practice whenever we can. Today you are leading, taking me places for your pleasure. I love to serve you when you get this way. Following your lead turns me on when you need me.

You are already ready to cum, you are moaning and grinding in only a few moments. You reach down and start rubbing your clit, I can see your beautiful face concentrating on your ecstasy. Watching me sliding in and out of your pussy while you rub your clit. A few more strokes and your orgasm explodes out of you, it has been waiting long enough.

You throw your head back, legs shaking, your body comes to rest on top of me. "Don't move," you whimper, still shivering. I hold completely still.

I can feel your body pulsing around my cock. I'm throbbing inside of you. I want to feel you ride me more, but I know better than to move right now. You take a deep shuddering breath. You look into my eyes, "That was so fucking hot!" you exclaim. "Fuck, you are a sexy man."

You kiss me again, a long kiss. It tells me how happy you are. Then you slide your mouth to my ear, licking it, "Now I am going to make you cum inside me," you whisper. Arms around my neck, fingers in my hair, pulling my head into your breasts you start pumping me again. I feel your body doing the work.

Giving me your energy to replace all that I spent outside. You ride me faster, moaning and gasping for breath. "Give me your cum, I need to feel that cream pie. Fuck me baby. Oh! Yes. Come on!" you say. That sounds so sexy in my ears while you ride my cock, one of your nipples between my lips.

"Here I cum," is all I can manage. Then I start to cum inside you. You keep riding me, pressing down harder on my shoulders as you pump up and down. It feels amazing cumming inside you when I am so tired I can't even stand up.

When I finish, and you slowly come to rest on my lap, we start kissing some more. It is almost like a conversation between us. Sharing with each other physically and emotionally without words. It feels like only an instant, but we spend a long time in that kiss. When we finally part, you look deep into my eyes, a smile on your lips.

"You should shovel snow more often," you say. I smack your ass.

"You couldn't just let it be a moment could you," I say smiling back at you. "You are all gross and sweaty. You need a shower," you joke.

"I think we could both use a shower after that," I say. You stand up, and we do just that, getting in the shower together again. Continuing to kiss and playing with each other in the water while we get clean.