Lakeside Cabin - Sex Stories

Lakeside Cabin

... brought. She offered him a glass of champagne as she began to pour it before he even answered. "Least I can do is offer you something to eat and drink for trying to steal you cabin," she joked. "Well, the least I could do is build you a fire in that fireplace for attempting to steal your cabin," he replied. As he bent to the task she watched him. Thinking about what her friends and family would say if they knew she was alone in a secluded cabin with a stranger. She wasn't sure if it was what she had to drink or where she was in her life, but the thought came to her mind... "but they don't know...do they?" As the fire began to burn he turned and caught her watching him. The smile on her face was beautiful. The look in her eyes was as if she were a million miles away. He watched her watching him, waiting for her to realize he was watching back. When she finally came back from where ever she was her cheeks flushed and her voice failed her...she tried to speak, but nothing came out. He rescued her by offering his name. "Hello, my name is David," he almost whispered. "And my name is Elizabeth," she offered as she handed him his glass. "Well, Elizabeth, we may be here awhile from the sounds of that storm, why don't you come sit by the fire and tell me your story?" Still feeling somewhat at a loss, she joined him on the floor in front of the fire and asked him just what story he wanted to hear. "Well, you could start with what a beautiful woman is doing alone in a secluded cabin ...

... and work backwards from there," he suggested. As she began to talk a warm contentment came over her. She related many things about herself to him and was amazed at the level of comfort she felt. Although she had intended on keeping her distance there on the floor, somehow, with every readjustment made to get more comfortable she found herself very near to him. She honestly couldn't tell if he had moved or if she had. As she began to divulge more details about her life, her marriage, her frustration tears began to fall from her eyes. His hand found her back and began to gently stroke her spine; first one hand and then awkwardly two. She re-positioned herself to be seated directly in front of him. His strong hands felt so gentle on her back. She stopped talking and allowed him to touch her...to feel her...to relax her. Her tears stopped, her body gave in and her mind drifted. He slowly brought his hands up her sides, his finger tips grazing the sides of her breasts. He paused. She shuttered with a gasp...and to her dismay, a moan escaped her throat. He still wasn't certain he should continue, but as she leaned back into him his hands engulfed her breasts. She sighed. His lips found her neck and she laid against him, contented, soothed, slack in his embrace. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity until, without a word she stood. He joined her on his feet and looked down into her eyes. Looking up at him she asked,"What would happen if I did this?" as she reached and ...