War and Pleasure Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

War and Pleasure Pt. 01

It was our first vacation in 2 years and we wanted to get away somewhere quiet, somewhere private, even for just a short period of time. Searching the internet, I found a cabin a few miles away from home. We rented it for 4 days, leaving Thursday night and returning on Sunday. I was really looking forward to time alone with you. I didn't know what to expect for the weekend, but I knew I at least wanted a very sexual and sensual weekend. We deserved it.

After renting the cabin, we received an email from the owner detailing the location, information about the area, and where to find the keys to get inside. There was a grocery store just a few miles away, along with a state park with caves. It was going to be an ideal, short vacation.

We left late in the afternoon on Thursday, driving down in bright sunshine. We both were wearing sunglasses, holding hands, and singing songs from the iPod you connected to the car stereo. We had songs of all types, pop, country, dance music, everything needed to keep us bouncing and dancing to the music. And the shuffle that played covered the whole range.

It took us about 3 hours to finally get to the cabin. There was a gate right at the road, closed of course, so I got out of the car to open it up, drive through and then close it again. It looked like they probably had cows grazing on the property, we figured, as we drove up the winding rock driveway. A trough sat on the right-hand side of the drive confirming our suspicions and rolled ...

... up bundles of hay dotted the large yard.

The driveway itself was probably a half-mile long, winding through trees, before we finally got to the cabin at the top of the hill. It was hidden from view, buried within the forest of trees around it, but there were a few spots in the yard and driveway where you could look down on the surrounding countryside. It was a very private location... no one was even close. Even the sky overhead was hidden by the green leafy ceiling above us.

We parked next to the two-story log cabin, with the wood beams stacked one on top the other, the ends sticking out at the corners. There was a small porch by the front door, with two rocking chairs on it. It had an incredible view of the area below us, and we could see cars passing by on the road in the distance.

I stood and stretched my arms overhead, my muslces a little sore from sitting so long. We walked around to the back, onto the covered porch and found the door key underneath the coffee pot that sat outside on a little table between two rocking chairs, just as the owner told us. The porch looked out into the woods, where a few bird houses and feeders were situated. It would be a great spot to sit and just watch wildlife.

A stack of firewood stood along the wall at the end nearest the car. At the far end of the porch was a hot tub.

You looked at me and smiled, probably imagining the same things I was. I unlocked the door and we dragged our luggage and food into the cabin, stocking ...