Chapter 2: T Lands - Sex Stories

Chapter 2: T Lands

... nothing extra. Where’re the bed and bathroom?”

“The bathroom’s through there," I pointed, "and the bedroom's up the stair ladder. You wouldn’t want to negotiate it when you were drunk, but the space is big. Plenty of space to stretch out... The towels are already in the bathroom, along with their natural soaps and stuff. Or there’s the outside shower if you’re feeling brave. I was!” I replied.

“Not today, sunshine!” she chortled. “Let me grab my clothes from the car and then it’s wash and wine o’clock. I want to drink in that view and let the city out of my day.”

We went back to the car and T picked up a hold-all. There was another suitcase, and a box of supplies, which I offered to sort out while she was in the shower.

“That’d be great, thanks. If you could put the suitcase upstairs – but don’t open it, it’s a surprise – I won’t be long,” T ordered.

T disappeared back into the cabin and I took her other things inside. I could hear the shower running (imagining what she looked like soapy and naked, of course) as I unloaded the food and drink; wine, beer, and dairy into the fridge, everything else into the cupboards. I took the suitcase upstairs as requested. It was only the size of an airline carry-on bag but was quite heavy. She’d said not to open it. I was tempted but resisted, leaving it at the foot of the bed.

I descended to the kitchen again and some wine. The white I’d brought earlier was well chilled now. I’d had no idea what to buy but T had ...

... suggested a few – Australian, obviously – and I’d found them easily enough at the supermarket. I heard the shower stop, so I poured two glasses and put them on the table, which faced out into the wood through the open French doors. The sides of the glasses formed condensation quickly.

Sitting down and waiting, I contemplated the view and had excited butterflies in my stomach. Before long, T came out of the bathroom and sat across from me, also facing the woods. Her hair was still wet and I could smell the soap on her. She was wearing a linen shirt and a short skirt, which certainly let nearly all of her gorgeous brown legs out to breathe. I scanned those legs and as my eyes travelled up I saw her brown, pert nipples through the slightly opened shirt’s fabric. No bra.

She caught me looking and called me out on it. “No underwear, we agreed. I hope you’re also following the rules!”

“I wouldn’t dare do otherwise, madam,” I replied, bowing my head in feigned obedience. I’m not averse to a little subservience at times, and T knew it. "Would you like to check?" I offered, leaning back, opening my legs.

T looked over with an appraising eye. “I probably should and I think I will," she replied, "Come on, then!"

I obliged, unbuttoning and unzipping myself, opening my trousers to show her my 'unpanted' wares.

"You've passed - cheers!” she laughed. I closed my tousers and and we clinked our glasses, looking each other dead in the eye – she definitely had a naughty twinkle – ...