The landscape changed outside my window. Going from the urban sprawl characteristic of our fair metropolis, to an expanse of trees, going up toward rolling hills some might refer to as mountains.
A few miles along, the trees on the left side of the road dropped and rose, as we passed a chain of lakes, varying in size all of them beautiful.
“Is it one of these?” I asked.
“No, it’s a bit further up, I wanted somewhere a bit more isolated. There are no lakes or other cabin for at least a hundred miles in any direction.”
I had to admit it sounded nice. It wasn’t like I was a social butterfly usually, nearly hermetic, or at least as close as it was possible to be, even when working on site. If anything going remote had let me delve into it more. Possibly a bit too much but I would have Ryan with me out in the wilds to help me keep from getting too far gone.
“Here we are,” he said, turning off the highway onto to what could best be described as a wide path, closer to a logging road but without the ruts.
He must have been referring to the way in, because it was another good hour of driving, the woods becoming even thicker around us, before I saw the gates up ahead. Ryan pushed a button set into the sun visor, the gates parting like magic before us. Nestled among the trees deep in the upstate wood, stood a two-floor house, complete with painted shutters, right out of Norman Rockwell. It was a contradiction I found difficult to hold in my head but was doing my best.
Ryan pulled up right next to the door, getting out before coming around to open my door for me.
“Bit of a shock, huh?”
“Just a little,” I admitted.
“Wait until you see the inside,” he said with a wink.
Ryan wasn’t exaggerating. The inside of the house was even nicer than the outside, not seeming like a ‘cabin’ at all, or even a lake house, despite the picturesque surroundings. All of the comforts of home, even more if my apartment was the yardstick, were literal steps from the forest and lake.
“I’ll give you the tour if you like.”
“I think you’d better,” I said, delightfully overwhelmed.
As he showed me around the place, I wondered if he also worked as a tour guide earlier in his life, his skills at brief and interesting explanations near the top level. We had covered most of the first floor before a very important question came to me, as though by divine inspiration.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
Chapter Four
My pussy was on fire when he laid me out on the four post bed. I needed him so much. Fortunately, he seemed to know this, going for my panties first, not even bothering to take off my skirt. The fresh air was heaven on my aching pussy, but not nearly as much as when Ryan swept his tongue through my dripping folds, making me moan with pleasure and relief. The tension melted from every muscle.
Running my fingers through his hair, Ryan devoured my pussy until he brought me to sweet relief, switching from hard licks to gentle kisses until I was screaming his name.
Slowly, I settled back to reality after my trip to the gates of ecstasy.
“Okay?” he asked, stroking my inner thighs.
That was putting it very mildly. It was so far beyond ‘okay’ I could barely muster the words to say so. All I could manage was a breathy ‘uh-huh’, my cheeks aflame with unbridled passion.
The worst of the urgency attended to, Ryan took to the time to undress me the rest of the way, removing each layer of clothing like unwrapping a present. The sheer delight in his eyes made my heart flutter. I was usually pretty shy, not even liking other women to see me in the locker room.
But it was different with Ryan, not least because I’d known him so long, and because I’d lived this so many times in my imagination. Far from the nerves such a situation would usually bring, I wanted Ryan to see me naked, actually opening my legs as my skirt came off.
Apparently taking this as a request, Ryan slipped two fingers into my pussy, making sure to wet them first, and deftly worked my clit, as he kissed me. Short, soft, smooches, soon evolving into a full, passionate make-out session as he fingered me deep, his fingers working all the way up to the third knuckle. To my upraise as well as delight.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked demurely, recovering from my second massive orgasm.
“Of course, my darling.”
A thrill went through me at his words. Knowing he liked me that way was one thing, it was quite something else to hear him put it so explicitly. Straightening up, he started to remove his suit, bit by bit, hanging each garment on the back of the char where he had put my clothes while undressing me. I watched with great and increasing interest as his body was slowly revealed to me. He has more tattoos than I might have expected, of particular surprise was the phrase ‘Memento Mori’ rendered on his chest in black, Gothic lettering.