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The Cabin - by Charlotte
I had arrived at the cabin during the heat of the afternoon to get the place ready for my lover arriving the next day; the mid-July air felt thick and the humidity has my skin glistening with sweat. The anticipation of seeing him again, and our secret rendezvous away from our spouses, has my pussy soaking through my panties. I'll be alone this first night, all alone with the earthy smell of the forest surrounding me and only the pond frogs and crickets to break the silence. All alone to tease myself thinking about his hands roughly forcing my thighs apart to fuck me like the little slut he's become accustomed to.
I strip to my tank top and panties as I open windows, even though there is no breeze outside, and the white fabric becomes transparent with dampness. I make my final trip from the car with a small cooler and set it on the porch near the rocker. I reach inside and pull out a handful of ice. Leaning back in the rocker, I begin running the ice over my forehead and trail it over my cheek, my neck and back under my hair. The cool water melting from it soaks my shirt more and my nipples immediately respond by becoming hard, tingling pebbles. Lowering the ice to my tummy and letting the cold water run into my panties makes me squirm at first as my clit tenses, but it still doesn't put out my desires. I toy with the idea of sliding a piece of the ice deeply inside of my now aching pussy, but I need to cool off more slowly I think.
I don't bother to dress, but instead I just grab a quilt and follow the cut trail down to the lake. I know this part of the woods is secluded, but part of me is thrilled by the thought that someone may catch me skinny-dipping. Feeling very bold, I stop and slide out of my panties and pull my top over my head to continue my hike. Being completely nude in the woods only fuels my fire and just as I see the water before me, I lean back against a rock and started rubbing my swollen clit. I'm shocked at myself because I can't stop! It wouldn't matter if anyone was watching as I slide my fingers in and out of my wet, slippery pussy; I need to cum right now!
With my back arched over the rock, I run my hands all over my breasts to tease and torment my nipples; I switch hands fingering myself so I can bring them to my open mouth to taste the juices flowing from me. There is no need to be quiet and I loudly moan and cry as I get myself off again and again. When I finally open my eyes, I see the sun has almost set. I slowly climb off of the rock and notice proudly that I've left it soaked with my orgasms. I pull the clip out of my hair, run down the small dock and dive into the cool lake waters. I float amidst my long hair feeling it tickle me and realize, for the moment at least, I am sated . I swim to the shallow then walk out of the lake slowly; smiling.
Back on the trail, I drape the quilt around my shoulders and decide to leave my panties on the path. I'm feeling so naughty from my day, I want some lucky guy to find them and consider them a treasure from the wood nymph I have become. There are tiny lights off in the distance now from other cabins, and beautiful white wisps of fog around some trees. I watch them dance and I could swear I hear my name being whispered, "Charlotte, oh Charlotte. My sweet Charlotte". I wonder if someone is there, but there are no other sounds.
The cabin is visible from the path now, another 100 yards or so and I am grateful as my excitement for my day has turned to exhaustion. I take a few more steps through another wisp of fog, but this feels different to me. An invisible hand caresses my cheek, a firm kiss is placed on my lips; the night air is intoxicating with the smell of sweetness and musk. The quilt falls from around me as I reach up to wrap my arms around a neck I can't see. There are strong arms around me, almost lifting me off my feet. I can feel a hard, muscular thigh parting mine and a very stiff cock pressing into my tummy. Some how I simply float to the ground and feel a weightless weight on top of me.
I tell myself I must have fallen asleep on the rock after masturbating and I'm just having a wonderful dream, but there is no mistaking the pressure forcing into my tight, wet pussy. No, I can feel every quiver inside of me as I adjust to this invasion. I grind against what I cannot see, my pussy once again dripping to orgasm; I see small red marks on my breasts and belly from teeth I only feel. Fingers tangle in my hair and pulls my head back exposing my throat. My orgasm screams through me and takes my consciousness with it.
The birds chirping wake me up the next morning. I am back on the porch in the rocker, wrapped in the quilt like a baby. I have never felt so rested; or hungry. I see my long awaited lover pulling his Jeep up to the cabin. I salivate and run my tongue over my lips ... and teeth.....