The Cabin - Sex Stories

The Cabin

... how he was not surprised to see her. Just curiously studying her.

"I'll be on my way." she started.

"You should not head out by yourself this late, my lady. Besides, you look like may need to unwind," He said, rising to his feet. His comment took her aback. She looked over at herself. Her skirt was covered in twigs and leaves, and her hair was no longer neatly bound in the ribbon she wrapped it in this morning. He was tall. Nearly half a foot taller than Elora. He wore a beige tunic with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. He wore earth-toned, tapered pants that suited his golden skin.

"Elora", she corrected him. "Have you always lived here?" she asked as she stepped closer to him.

"No, I'm a merchant who needed long-term lodging that the inn could not accommodate, so I have been staying here for the last week. Alone." He explained. His voice was low and graveled. She liked his voice. She thought about what it would feel like to hear his voice close to her ear, telling her she was a good girl while she rode his cock.

"Oh." Is all Elora said as she tried to distract from her mental fantasy. Her flushed cheeks felt hot. "Are you planning on staying here for long, sir?" she inquired.

"I think I will." he said slowly. "And it's Ronan. You can call me Ronan." he asked taking a step closer as she was still flushed pink. The edges of his lips were slightly upturned. Did he know, where her mind had just been? He dipped down to the table nearby, ...

... picked up a cup, brought it to his lips, and slowly sipped the tea that softly wafted steam.

"Well, Ronan. It was my pleasure to meet you. I should really head back before-- " she started.

"Elora, you should stay." His voice more direct. He put his cup back down on the table. "A beautiful girl like yourself should not be in the woods this late by yourself." He took a step closer. He was probably an arm's length away from Elora. She could smell him. He smelt of rain and firewood. "Besides, I could use the company, given it's just the two of us here." he said as his eyes darkened.

"Oh?" was all she could muster. What type of company did he want? Her core was throbbing all his words, but he couldn't mean that he also wanted her the way she did. "What sort of company?" she quickly said before her apprehension would convince her otherwise.

"I've seen you a few times before. In the market district." He explained.

When has he seen me? It would be hard to tell, she thought. There was so much traffic during this season.

"I've been intrigued by you since." He stepped closer to her. "From your smile. To the ways, you swing these hips when you work. I've been thinking about you all week. And here you are. You presented yourself in my kitchen. Like a gift ready for me to unwrap." He picked off some imaginary lint from the shoulder of her blouse. Elora hoped that he could not feel her heart beating rapidly.

"What other things have you been thinking about?" she asked. An ...