I watched as she stepped down out of the plane. Her eyes sparkled like glitter left behind on the dance floor of someone's party, but not hers. She had a lost look in her eye. I greeted her with the smile I was paid to deliver, and took the duffle bags out of her hands. I waved to Chuck as he turned the cessna back down the runway. I got all kinds out here. People of all genders, all races...all sorts of problems they were trying to extinguish that the city life had put on their shoulders.
It was a half mile trek back to my cabin. The whole idea of my package was to get the individuals as far away from reality as I possibly could for the week. I must be a glutton for punishment, because I have invited everyone's problems into my home. I live here in the desolate area by choice, and I found a way to make money by offering getaways to certain financially secure parties. They come in couples, in groups, and sometimes alone like Michele has chosen to do.
She walked ahead of me. Her toned body showed no struggle at all as we hiked up the inclines, and waded swiftly through the mountain stream. I tried to remind myself that this is a business connection as I watched the muscles in her shorts flex as she stepped up over fallen trees. I felt the heat in my chest rise as she turned and paused in a small clearing. "Would you like some water" she spoke out. She extended her canteen and I excepted with a "thank you." Some of the water trickled off of my lips and my heart skipped a beat when she reached out to wipe it away with her hand. Her fingers were long. Her hands looked very young for a woman of 38.
Her hair was short, and brown. Cropped boldly, and highlighted with a soft tint of blonde on the tips. Her eyes were very blue...very vivid. They seemed to be marbled with gray streaks as the sun hit them thru the branches. I watched attentively as she peeled her shirt off and exposed her muscular, tanned shoulders. Left wearing a black sports bra, she tied her shirt around her waist. I handed her water bottle back and we continued up the mountain.
Michele didn't seem like a prude as some of the other women had before. She seemed scorned...lost in pain...mad at life. I continued to follow her. Wild thoughts flooded my head. I had never met anyone quite like her. She seemed to captivate my whole being with very few words at all. I felt absorbed as we started down the hill to my log cabin. I could see the smoke rising out of the chimney. That was a good sign. My lover had made the place comfortable and toastie for our newest guest.
We walked in the room, and the familiar scent of cedar wood must have captivated Michele. She smiled as Samantha greeted her, and gave a cheery hug. I kissed Sam on the lips to let her know that all was well, and how much I appreciated seeing her again. We showed Michele to her room. The guest room was clean and homey. My Grandma's handmade quilt covered her bed, picking up the blue wildflowers Sam had arranged in the vase on the night table. I always found it amazing what Sam could do to set off the house with an all wooden interior by adding nature's colors.
We sat by the fire, the three of us, and made small talk. Michele adored the idea of the way Sam and I lived so far from civilization. It always intrigued me how the visitors noticed the small things that Sam and I got to enjoy everyday. It seemed to make our surroundings feel all new again.
The attraction between Michele and myself must have been obvious, because as I laid down in bed Sam commented that I must be picking out the newcomers now. With a big grin, as I kissed her goodnight, she whispered "this could get interesting." I could barely sleep that first night knowing that the week had just begun.
Breakfast was quite enjoyable. Sam made her famous redeye gravy, grits, huge biscuits, bacon, and accented the down-home layout with a platter of fresh fruit. We all ate too much and I walked outside to have a cigarette. The air was chilly and crisp. I could see the fog beginning to rise over the tree tops. In the distance I could hear a buck scratching his rack against a tree. I returned back inside after I finished the smoke to find two gorgeous women finishing up the dishes.
Michele settled on the couch with a book. I took Sam by the hand and led her upstairs to our bedroom. Our sex life still seems to be very much alive. She is the only person I had ever met that wanted it as much...as often as me. She lifted her arms and I pulled her shirt up and off. Her braless mounds were tipped off with erect nipples just inviting my tongue to explore. I finished undressing us both and lowered myself on the big rug by the bed. She assumed to place her body on mine in a 69 position. I found her so wet for me. I knew, without a doubt, that I too was drenched. We indulged in each others glory, and as we came together, I pictured the three of us in an oiled up mass in front of the fire...Me, Michele, and Sam.
Sam and I took a sensual bath with water that we heated in a pot over the fireplace upstairs. Our bathtub is antique, free standing, with claw feet. I love washing her body. I love to feel her body against mine under water. The water is never as hot as I would like it to be, but it serves the purpose. I towel dried us both and we dressed in cargo shorts and t shirts. I kissed her passionately as she leaned over to tie her hiking boots.
The plans for that particular day was for the two of them to hike to "Voyeur Ridge" while I stayed back and split wood for the rest of the week. Sam and I sat around a campfire the month we moved up here, drank bottles of wine, and came up with fun names for the sites that we intended on listing in our brochure. I really wanted to walk with them, but I thought it would give the time to have feminine conversations and bond. Besides, it's no fun high in the mountains when the cold evening dew falls with no fire.
The 5 hours they were gone seemed like days. I busted the wood in a little over an hour and killed some time skipping stones on the small pond out back. The dog and I wrestled, I bird watched, I whittled a new pipe, washed some clothes down on the rocks, hung them on the line, cut the vegetables for dinner, went fishing, and still had time to settle back in the hammock with a few beers. I dozed off. I dreamt that I was in a stream. I could see a waterfall in the distance. I looked down the stream and Sam was splashing around...laughing, and there was another female with her, but I didn't recognize her face. Sam was calling my name. She sounded as if she were in a cave.
I opened my eyes to find 3 pair of eyes staring at me. Sam, Michele, and "Dawg" were standing over me. Sam was whispering my name, and they were all laughing. The dog even seemed to be grinning. They explained how enjoyable the hike was. Sam told me of new bear tracks on the lower streams, and Michele seemed to be in love with the entire idea of living like "Swiss Family Robinson." I went down to the pond, washed the nap from my face, and headed inside to make dinner.
I noticed the connection that the two lovely ladies had made on the hike. It was kind of queer to see my lover of 4 years bonding with this cultivated "big city" woman. They seemed to balance each other out, and me, well...I am just me. My hair is quite long, and I have a sensitive, sometimes feminine, romantic demeanor, with a sometimes rough, mountainistic quality. The three of us sat down for dinner, but there was a new vibe in the air that night.
The wood cook stove simmered the roast to a tender, succulent feast. With a full stomach, I popped the cork on the champagne as we celebrated the start of a tantalizing journey. I dropped small, fresh strawberries into the crystal wine glasses, and filled them each to the brim. We drank two bottles and started on the third. I called it "the dessert of champions." I asked Michele if she would like to play cards, and she told me that although she never had time for games, that she would love to play. I went up stairs for the deck and peeked down the stairs. I watched my lover run her hand seductively up the leg of my precious guest. My clit throbbed as she leaned over and kissed her lips. I laughed as I ran down the steps with an accepting entrance. They both sat up quickly like they were in church.
I sat down Indian style at the table as they lounged on the couch above me on the other side. I told them to flip a coin to see who decided the game we should play. Sam won the toss. As she hiccuped from the bubbly she laughed out the words 'strip poker." We all were smiling. I felt like almost slavelike as I looked up at two awesome bodies, two teeth filled grins, two sets of perky breasts...two almost drunk, captivating...horny women.
I won the first hand, of course, and they removed their shirts with no inhibitions. By this time we were drinking shots of Southern Comfort. I laughed out heartily at the face they made each time they shed a piece of clothing and swallowed down the losing shot of liquor. At other times, I relished in the passion that danced in their eyes as they flirted. I was down to my pink, silk boxers, my bra, and my socks. Michele was down to her white cotton panties, and her socks. Her beautiful breasts bounced every time she laughed. Sam was down to her socks. Every time she leaned over for her cards, her legs spread apart slightly revealing her inner folds. Her juice glistened in the firelight.
I called out "winner takes all" and dealt the final hand. I knew that the winner would get no more, or no less than the loser as I passed out the cards. Michele lost. I lost. I removed the remainder of my clothes and walked around to where Michele sat. I leaned over her, my breast falling against her shoulder, and passionately kissed Sam. Then I put my focus back on Michele. I held out my hand and she took it with a look of raw, passive desire in her eyes. She stood up in front of me. I put my hand on her hip to balance her. When she regained composure, I knelt down in front of her. Her scent was musky, but inviting thru her panties. Sam looked on with a glance of acceptance. I lowered the panties down to find a hard, erect clit staring me in the face. I reached behind her, grabbing handfuls of the same fine ass I admired when I hiked her thru the woods, and pulled her close to my wanting mouth.
I licked for several minutes indulging in her womanhood. I looked over at Sam and she was pinching her tanned nipples. I asked her to go upstairs and get the baby oil. She quickly jumped to her feet and bounced up the stairway. Returning quickly, she handed me the bottle with a look of complete eager destiny in her eye...hunger. I handed Michele the bottle, and I stepped over and sat down in my favorite brown, overstuffed chair. I lit a cigarette. They both looked my way awaiting instructions. "Massage her" I ordered out, in a raspy, sex filled tone.
I watched as Michele poured the oil out in her hands. The way she heated the liquid in her palms by friction...the way she lusted over my lovers body. She began applying the oil. I watched how Sam's thighs trembled in the fire's glow...as the oil covered hands slid erotically over her body...the way her thighs spread as Michele touched areas close to her drenched crotch.
I then told Sam to take the bottle. She seemed almost disappointed to take a break from Michele's heat filled, directional fingers. She obeyed. I watched again in amazement as my lover stroked a foreign body. I felt nectar ooze from my aching tunnel. They kissed with long licks from their tongues. It was evident that they wanted each other, and they gave spontaneous glances over to me to make sure I stayed happy. They both approached me like shy playmates approaching a new friend on the playground in elementary school. The innocent, yet desirous looks made my knees weak. Four hands massaged every inch of my body. I spread my thighs and Michele lowered her mouth on me. My back arched as she slid a finger inside of my steaming cavern. Her tongue flicked on me as Sam rubbed her oil coated boobs on my face. It was as I imagined heaven would be like.
My body shuddered into a mind blowing orgasm almost instantly. I commanded Sam, in a desperate, yet calmed tone, to get the strap on from the bathroom closet. I asked her to put it on. I watched as her exotic profile returned from the shadows. The fire causing her outline on the cabin walls...my toy protruding from her feminine body...it made me shake from anticipation. I told them to place themselves in front of the hearth on the cushions...Michele on all fours...Sam squatting behind her. I watched as Sam lowered herself in entrance position...the tip of her fake dick sliding inside. Michele moaned out as she slide the entire length deep inside. I could see the folds spreading as she moved in and out slowly. Michele buried her head in the pillow as Sam got fasted and faster. Two oiled bodies fucking like animals...the slap and suck of oiled ass on oiled thighs. I reached down and circled my clit with my index finger. Moans echoed off of the cabin walls as Michele came...as we came together. Now it was Sam's turn. She knew it was her turn. She had worked hard for it.
I snapped the leather straps around my waist, and ordered Sam to lie on her back. Michele instantly moved around and positioned her crotch over her face...looking straight into my eyes. I leaned down guiding the dildo into Sam's swollen pussy. With one thrust I filled her up. All of our bodies shining with the oil shimmer as the logs crackled. I fucked her so deep, so fast...her body bucking against mine...Michele's body humping against Sam's mouth...the back of the toy hitting against my clit. I think I was the first one to moan out, and then two sexed filled vocals screamed out in chorus with me. Three female voices...three female oiled bodies....fucking in a cabin in the wilderness.
We spent the next 6 days making "three girl" love and licking by the lake... on fallen trees, on the porch, in the hammock... I don't think that whatever was bothering Michele will be much of a problem when she returns to work on Monday. I could see the look of envy in Chuck's face as we all three kissed good-bye, and I could see the look of fulfillment in Michele's beautiful eyes as she boarded the plane out.
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