Sandra was bored. She'd eaten a snack, found nothing good on TV, unpacked, dusted the cabin. Well, she'd come to relax, break routine. Perhaps now, away from her family, she could really relax. Nervously she looked around to reassure herself she was alone before she opened her suitcase one more time and took out the black bag. Unwrapping it she smiled once more at her choice.
Pirates XXX. She'd been enjoying porn for years, but she was sick of the Internet, and there wasn't any in the little cabin in the north of Wisconsin. So she had stopped at an adult store on the way out of Chicago, just outside Janesville, and took a little trip into the past. She had graduated high school just as the Internet was taking off, but in the first days of college the best choice for toys and porn were stores.
God, the last time she'd had an orgasm had been that quickie by herself when her parents and grandma had been at church. Something about the guilt of ditching God to diddle herself had been thrilling, but truthfully it had been necessary. Her last social orgasm wasn't even in the past calendar year and Sandy was going nuts.
She caught her reflection and sighed. She felt invisible, and no wonder. She wore her ordinary long brown hair in a ponytail or French Twist at all times, only added light brown mascara to her pale blue eyes, and dressed for work in boring suits and at home went into oversized t-shirts and yoga pants like she had on now.
She was alone and she was horny, damn it. Once she had loved being naked, the sensual, natural feel of it, and so she set the DVD down and peeled off her clothes. She had a decent shape, but like many tall women her hips were only slightly flared and her breasts were on the smaller side. Maybe if she bought some new clothes including a push-up bra and got a makeover...well, she'd probably still be alone to diddle herself but she'd feel snazzier.
She tossed her hair loose and padded down the stairs to put the DVD in. The cabin was in the middle of nowhere, but so was the nearby town and there was electrical service. Outside the warm spring air sizzled wit the promise of a storm so it might not last. Resolved, she pushed play and grabbed her purse.
She'd never been able to bring herself to orgasm with just her fingers. She often wondered if that was normal but had never gotten up the courage to ask any friends. So she relied on a toy she had become so addicted to she carried it around with her everywhere. Just three inches long it was translucent pink, little more than a vibrating egg and handle in one. It did the job, and was one of the few toys out there actually designed by a woman. Why men thought women wanted ten-inch hot pink dildos was beyond her. Oh, she loved the real thing, but alone she just wanted something that worked fast.
She sat through the previews and found them more funny than erotic, but it was relaxing. As the Free Speech PSA came on she hopped up and poured another glass of wine. Sitting back down she took a leisurely sip as the movie began.
After the first scene of dialogue that was actually pretty well done, a flash of lightning lit up the windows. Ten seconds passed and then low, loud thunder rolled. She prayed it wasn't close but went ahead and grabbed the remote. Screw the dialogue, she wanted to see one of the male actors eat some pussy.
She nearly giggled at the crude thought but there it was what she wanted. Sandy was alone and hadn't she promised herself a weekend of whatever she wanted, when she wanted?
She settled on a scene where impossibly two "pirates" began to fuck inside a burning room. Still, she found what she wanted and Sandy sunk low on the couch. More lightning came and the thunder fell closer to it, but she was lost.
With a simple twist the toy turned on, buzzing loudly, and she slid it between her pussy lips and nearly jumped as it touched her clit. Soon it got good as her nipples pebbled against the warm, humid air. She felt her body tighten, her breath quicken, but the scene moved onto a blowjob too quickly. She loved giving them, but watching had never done anything for her, so she used the remote to go back to the beginning and settled in.
Hell, she didn't have to be quiet. She was alone! She could scream if she wanted. She could conjure a fantasy lover and yell out his name if she chose too. Alone for the first time what felt like forever, she allowed herself to moan. And gasp.
God, it was a beautiful thing to be a woman. All she had to do was squeeze her thighs together and the toy held in place. She cupped her breasts and stroked her thumbs across her nipples. Lightning and thunder crashed as one and it jarred her into orgasm.
Sandy came wailing, ignoring the next crash, shaking with it. God, it felt so good perhaps she didn't need a partner after all.
"Hello? Are you all right?"
She screamed and fell off the couch. That second crash had been the door, she realized as wind and rain came in. Looking about wildly for a weapon she peeked over the couch and cursed like a New Yorker.
Standing in her doorway was a man...a big one. Tall and broad, he looked muscled, young, wore a flannel shirt and worn jeans along with a baseball cap and mud-crusted boots. She had an impression of tan skin and a strong jaw and then the lights go off.
"I'm sorry!" he called as she shrieked again. "God, I'm so sorry. I was just out, my truck got stuck in the mud. I knocked but I heard a noise and- oh, God."
"Get out, just get out!"
"All right, but please, I just need a phone. The rain ruined mine and I just need to call my brother to come get me."
"Get out!"
The door closed and she peaked over the couch again. He was outside on the porch, silhouetted by lightning, and it looked like he was cursing. She wanted to lock the door but streaked up the stairs and found her clothes, putting on the t-shirt and pants.
She waited what felt like forever but the lights stayed out.
Oh, by all that was holy. He hadn't attacked her and everyone she'd met up here was right out of Mayberry and nice to a fault. So he had caught her in a private moment. With the racket she'd been making she supposed anyone would be worried. And it was a terrible storm out there.
Feeling guilty and embarrassed, and certain this was God's punishment for skipping church, she crept downstairs and found her cell phone on the kitchenette counter. She opened it and there was just one bar of a signal, but it was something.
Opening the door the porch was empty, but the rain was coming down in torrents. "Hello?" She called. No response. "Hello?!" She shouted.
Her eyes had adjusted slowly to the dark but she saw him, huddling under the overhand of the tool shed.
"Look, I'm sorry. You just scared me. You can use my phone!" She screamed.
Slowly the huddled shape unfolded ad again she had an impression of brawn. God, she hoped he wasn't a serial killer. Well, just in case, her father kept a shotgun under the kitchen sink, and the shells were...shit, in the shed behind the man jogging to her.
"Thank you. I am really sorry," he said once he reached the porch. "Do you have a towel or something? I don't want to ruin your phone."
"Come on in, leave the door open." She backed up, remaining facing him, and she thought he smiled.
In the kitchenette she found a large dish towel and handed it to him. "Phone is on the counter. Let me find matches for the lantern."
"Thank you. Are you...Mrs. Johnson?"
"Mz. 'Mrs.' is my mother. Sandra, everyone calls me Sandy." She extended her hand and he took it, his hand rough, grip firm.
"I'm Joe Korbett."
She pulled her hand back and struck the match. In the flare she saw him watching her, warily. She it the lantern and adjusted it bright and blinked along with him. The poor man looked like a drowned rat.
"Wait, Korbett, Korbett...any relation to Doc Korbett?"
"I assume you mean my father. He's retired now, lives in Florida. My brother and I are both Dr. Korbett."
Joe. She sucked in her breath. Her family had owned the cabin since her grandfather's days, and spent summers there, her dad driving up on weekends. She remembered Joe Korbett, a tall lanky youth three years older than her who'd grown into the brawny football hero of the local high school. God, when she was fifteen she'd had such a bad crush on him.
The years had been kind from what she could see. He pulled off his hat and patted his face with the towel. He was still brawny and his hair still golden, though darker slightly with age, still streaked light by the sun. His dark eyes had a few lines at the corner but she was willing to bet his smile was still something to behold...or so she guessed. He seemed cautious.
"I thought your brother used this cabin now."
"He does. I'm just here for a week, he won't be up here with Ann-Marie and the kids for another week. And she's Mz. Johnson-Hertzog, officially."
"Sandy?" He said and then his face split into a grin. Oh, yeah, still a lady killer.
He laughed and slapped his thigh. "My god, I should have recognized you. Little Sandy Johnson, all grown up."
She blushed and ducked below the counter, pretending to search for something. Of course he hadn't recognized her off the bat, she'd never been naked and wrist-deep in sin in front of him before. "You should call your brother," she mumbled.
She found some cans, caned hams, canned tuna, canned vegetables, some of her grandmothers preserved fruit in mason jars. There wasn't much inventory to do so she tried to divine a new way to hide.
"Damn it, no signal. Storm is pretty powerful. Look, if I can just wait it out I should be able to get my truck after it passes. I can wait in your shed if you're uncomfortable."
Time to be an adult. She rose and sighed, forcing herself to look up and meet his gaze. "I'm just embarrassed. Let's pretend you just walked up here now. Have a seat, I'll see if I can find some of David's spare clothes. They might fit and that way you can get dry."
"I'd like that, thank you."
She forced herself not to run around the counter and up the stairs. She did leave the lantern and enjoyed the dark. Aside from the DVD player downstairs and in the aster bedroom that had replaced VCRs, nothing had changed in the cabin since she was a child and she knew her way around.
In the hall upstairs she found another lantern and a pack of matches in the drawer of the long hall table. Her older brother and his wife now used the master bedroom and in there she found an oversized t-shirt David wore when gardening and a pair of sweatpants. She found clean socks and brought it all down.
Joe had started a fire and the already room grew warmer, but it was more brightly lit. He was hunkered down and with the second lantern she had enough light to sneak a look at his ass. Damn, even better than when she'd last seen him as an eighteen year old.
"I hope this fits. David's a bit smaller than you."
"Thank you." He rose and took the clothes and she was struck again by his size. Just an inch under six feet, few men made her feel small, but Joe was one of them.
"Bathroom is through that door, take this lantern." She passed him that and watched him disappear.
Sinking to the couch she sighed. Outside the storm was wailing and showed no signs of slowing. Great, looked like she had a few hours of trying not to embarrass herself in front of her, and damn it, she was still horny. Thinking of Joe wet and naked just feet away sent a flash of heat through her.
God, she was stupid. He was back in town, a vet like his father. He was probably married with three kids by now. All right, so she'd wait out the storm with him, catch up on town gossip, let his brother fetch him, and then go upstairs, lock the door, and aim for another twenty orgasms.
He emerged and her mouth went dry. David's shirt was ridiculously tight on Joe showing he was in terrific shape, hell even the sweatpants were stretched thin over is thighs.
"I hung my clothes on the shower rod, thank you. Could I have some?" He gestured to her wineglass sitting on the coffee table.
"Uh, sure. Just a moment."
Scurrying to the kitchenette she poured him a glass and opened the silent fried to quickly grab some cheese. He sidled up and sniffed at the wine like an expert as she found a knife and began slicing, happy to have something to do.
"How's your family been?"
She nearly jumped at his baritone rumble and covered it by reaching for the water crackers she'd brought with. "Well dad's still at the firm, mom's mom. David got married, has two kids, lives in the Chicago burbs. Grandma is still crazy."
Joe smiled. "Does she still stuff roadkill?"
Sandy grimaced. "Unfortunately, yes. So, you and your brother both came back?"
"Yeah. Surprise, surprise. This is really good." He indicated to the wine.
"It was a Christmas gift," she said stupidly. Sandy set out the cheese and crackers and ran to get her wine, wanting to keep the counter between them. She dragged a stool over to the kitchen side, something her family had often done to form a makeshift table.
"Do I make you nervous? Sandy we know each other, or we did."
Not really. The longest conversation she'd ever had was when her childhood dog Mistake had gotten sick on a trip up there and they went into Doc Korbett's clinic. She'd been twelve and Joe fifteen, a bored teen working the receptionist desk. He'd been kind to the worried girl and that had born a die-hard crush that had lasted until she went off to college and found new adventures.
"Yeah...sure. Do you think the storm will last long?" It was still going strong, the sturdy little cabin lurching with the gale force winds.
"Probably. There was a flood watch out when I left."
"Why were you all the way out here on a night like this?"
"The Dixon's mare was giving birth and struggling, they needed some help. When it's important they call and I go, damn the weather."
"Well...at least you're safe now. So, um, do you specialize in horses?"
"All ungulates, actually." He laughed at her blank expression. "If it has hooves I can treat it. I do work on the normal cats and dogs, but the domesticated houses pets are my brother's main stomping grounds. My luck I'm the guy who always gets called at three in the morning because a pig got the flu."
"Interesting. If I remember, you didn't like working for your dad much."
He shrugged, and closed a large, rough hand somehow delicately over the thin stem of his wineglass, raising it to his lips for a sip before responding. "I was just a kid. Growing up in a tiny town like this makes it feel almost like everyone is family. And remember that feeling as a teenager where you couldn't wait to escape family and forge your own path? I felt like that about every inch of this town and everyone in it back then.
"But a funny thing happened. I got to college and life shifted on me. Here I was the bug star, the quarterback in the fall and the best damn goalie on ice in the winter. Didn't even make a hockey team and the best I did at college was make third string on the football team. Big fish in a small pond becomes fodder fish in the ocean."
"Where did you go?"
"UC Santa Barbara. I found for the first time I had to rely on my brains. Good looks and athleticism don't get you very far at a big school."
"Don't forget modesty," she teased, and realized the wine had started to go to her head.
He smiled but at her startled blink knowingly pushed the food closer to her and waited until she bite into a hunk of cheese before continuing. "So it turned out I was good at biology. All those lectures from dad sunk in, I guess. I loved it, and when grad school came along I knew what I wanted to do."
"But why did you come back?"
"You mean why confine myself t a Podunk town like West Orchard?"
She shook her head. "It's a great town, but your brother was already here, I'm guessing."
"Something happened that made me understand I much prefer the easy pace of small town life. What about you?" He abruptly changed the subject and she knew whatever it had been that he spoke of, it was bad.
"Well, you remember my dad's a lawyer, Daniel was already past the bar when I went to college. We didn't need another so I went into graphic design."
"Really?" He seemed truly surprised.
She fought s blush. "I always liked drawing, but was too embarrassed to show any of my work. I got out and got a job assisting a designer, moved to New York. It was good, mostly. The economy hasn't been very kind to designers who try to appeal to the shrinking middle class, so I got laid off and moved back."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure yet. It's embarrassing, but for the past month I've been staying with my family. They've been driving me nuts so I came up here to escape."
"And here I interrupted your solitude. Sorry."
She shrugged. "Actually it's nice to talk to someone who isn't constantly bugging me to apply to law school. As if Hell needs a few more demons."
He smiled at that. "Still looking for work?"
"Actually, I've gone out on my own. Website design, mostly. I have to admit, nepotism played a role. Dad called in just about every marker he had so my client list has started out strong. The few projects I've completed in the first three weeks were small, but got me more interested parties. I have a waiting list."
"Nicely done. Family can make all the difference."
"I guess. I have a great family, no doubt, but as bratty as it sounds sometimes I wish I could say I'd made it all on my own."
"They can help, but family can't do anything if you don't have drive, determination, and passion."
She smiled forlornly. "Dad and David are great, so is mom, but sometimes I swear they're following a script and nobody gave me a copy. They just know the right thing to do at the right time. I've never even seen David lose his temper."
"I did."
"When?" David had been her parent's planned child, and six years later Sandy had been a welcome surprise. Three years older than Joe she hadn't ever even seen them speak on those summers.
"The week before I left. He never told you?"
She shook her head, thinking back to that summer and her stupid, useless crush.
"Let's sit on the couch, it's gotten cooler."
If anything she felt pretty hot, but he took his glass and the plate and stood so she helplessly followed. Sitting with him on the couch again she felt small, a novel sensation. He looked good in firelight, and his drying hair was still long to his collar. He didn't look like a vet, he looked like testosterone personified and at that moment she felt hotter than the damn fire.
"I told you everyone in town feels like family, and it's true. Did you know at eighteen I was still a virgin?"
Her tongue knotted inside her mouth but she slowly shook her head.
"Pretty easy when it begins to feel like every girl in town is your cousin."
She was truly shocked. The girls of the town had all lusted after him, and more than one told a tale that suggested Joe Korbett had been the opposite of an awkward virgin.
"I guess that's important to note in the story because if you remember, those sexually frustrated teenage years are hard on guys."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "It's hard on girls too, we just know how to hide it better."
His grin was dazzling. "Good thing I didn't know that back then. The point it, I was acting a damn fool. And I look around, just a few weeks to go before going off to college, and there's this real pretty girl I never noticed before. Real pretty. Local girls tried to act all glamorous, wore tons of makeup but this girl was different.
"So I decide to ask her out. Okay, she's young, but she'll be sixteen in the next month."
It struck her he was talking about her. She jumped back and her foot caught on something. Oh, God, she groaned, it was her vibrator. She forced a polite smile and nod and tried to brush it under the leather couch but there wasn't a tall enough space between couch and floor to allow it.
"I got all the way out to her family's cabin, and her big brother is sitting on the porch. And he's mad. Twenty-one, should be out chasing girls and relaxing before law school and instead he's stuck in the middle of nowhere. Asked me why I was there and I told him. And he told me to get my podunk punk little ass out of there."
She tried to imagine her brother. Saint David the placid and serene, would never threaten a man, correction, boy, built like Joe.
"Don't believe me? Your big brother explained in detail how he would arrange my face and knock out my teeth if I came within ten feet of you. Seems there were some rumors that gave me a nice reputation, or so I thought. David was inclined to disagree."
Her breath wooshed out and she nearly spilled her wine. Oh, god, her crush had been returned? She held his gaze steady until she breathed. No, she had been hopelessly in love with a boy who didn't exist, but greatly resembled the catch-of-the-town she had seen every summer she could remember. He had just wanted to get laid.
Well...she was older now, most of that dream-world-inhabiting girl was gone, instead she was a grown woman who would love to get laid. "Uh," was all she could manage.
"Funny, I was just remembering that the other day. Haven't seen you in fifteen years and here you are." He moved slightly closer.
She scooted back and her heel slipped, twisting the vibrator and it turned on. The moment he realized what that sound was she wished the couch would swallow her whole. She gulped down her wine and forced her movements to be steady, intending to pick it u, turn it off, and shove it in the waistband of her pants.
Joe was fast, faster then her, and the sight of him holding her favorite sex toy was equally humiliating and exhilarating. She trembled, waiting for a reaction.
"I always did wonder what women really used."
She grabbed for it but all she managed to do was shut it off. He held the toy and her hands tight.
"Uh, that's just a small...massager...for...y'know, your hands?" Her voice ended on a near squeak.
His dark eyes seemed to melt like chocolate. Her lips dry Sandy licked them and he followed the movement. "Honey, biology major. I can think of much better uses for this toy."
She made a sound that was half groan and half squeak. One of his hands left hers and slowly moved to her breasts. The backs of his thick fingers brushed across her nipple, which hardened like steel. "Say here," he murmured, holding her gaze. His hand dipped to her thigh and a single finger glided over the tight pants down the seam, teasing her. "Or here."
"Oh god."
"Sandy, you're not married, seeing anyone, anything like that?" He asked quietly. His finger stayed, pressing, and the pressure was making her melt.
She could only shake her head.
"Good. Neither am I." He let her hands go but kept the toy.
Instinctually she clutched the fabric on his shoulders as he leaned over, and kissed her. At first she just felt his warm, hard body against hers, rapping her hands between them, and the nearly soft press of his lips. Then Joe descended.
The movie be damned, she thought as his tongue slid past her lips. He slanted their mouths together again and again and her toes curled. Without breaking contact he turned her to face him and laid her back over the arm of the couch.
His hand returned between her legs and she wished their clothes would just disappear. Then he turned to toy on. She gasped and he pulled back slightly, biting her lip gently. "I think I interrupted something and I owe you one."
Once more he kissed her and with only a slight bit of fumbling he pressed the small buzzing toy against her. The seam of her pants slipped between her pussy lips and only the rapidly dampening fabric was between her and the toy.
Joe carefully kept his full weight off of her, but he pressed her down and she couldn't move, not that she would. Sandy was lost to sensation, her mind incredibly aroused already her body was only too eager to catch up. The familiar sensation of just a mere hour ago spoke to her, and she whimpered into his mouth as the orgasm swelled quickly and claimed her.
She had never had a lover use a toy on her or with her, and the familiar buzzing was foreign at the hands of another. Still, it was familiar and the crest was an easy one, shocking her. His legs settled between hers as she shook and Sandy rubbed him, mindlessly grinding against his hand as it felt like her entire being fluttered and pulsed.
She had to beg against his lips for Joe to remove the toy when white-hot sensitivity rose, but he obliged. She felt liquid inside, feverish outside, and he pulled back to smile, setting the toy on the coffee table beside their wine.
"I've been wanting to do that and more since I saw you when I walked in."
She could only tremble.
A look of concern dawned on his broad features. "Are you all right?"
At last she smiled. "Great, Wonderful. Befuddled, and still aroused."
He kissed the tip of her nose. "Do you have a real bed somewhere around here? Some place taller than this couch?"
"Upstairs."
"Good." He rose and grabbed her hand, dipping for the lantern as they gained their feet. "Lead the way."
She did shaking, unsure of reality. She had come up to spoil herself with solitude, wine, food, and all the masturbation one woman could manage in a week. Never in a million years did she think a living, breathing memory would walk in the door and seduce her.
She hesitated at her room but the bed was a twin, and so the went to the master. A thought occurred to her as she closed the door. "Uh, condoms."
The look on his face was priceless, little boy lost for a moment and then a keenly disappointed man. "I don't carry them around with me unless I'm expecting something, and sweetheart, I was not expecting you."
"Me either. Hang on." David and his wife had been married ten years and it was highly unlikely she'd find a rubber in their room, but she took the lantern and checked. Nothing.
"Damn it."
He smiled slowly. "Sweetheart, we don't have to do everything tonight. There are lots of ways to enjoy the night without needing a condom."
As lightning flashed once more she thought of a few and nearly broke out in a sweat. Suddenly the room felt so small, and she felt so female around him.
He reached her in three strides and pulled her into his arms. Sandy tipped her head back and met his hungry kiss. Against her belly she felt his erection and nearly whimpered, wanting desperately to feel him inside of her. But she wasn't on birth control and they had no condoms. She might be desperate but she wasn't stupid, so she gripped it with her hand and began to massage.
He cursed and she fund the oversized shirt jerked over her head as he pulled back. In the dim light his eyes fell to her breasts and stayed, his breath hitching. Often she had been embarrassed about her body but under his gaze she felt like a goddess.
"On the bed, please," he ground out between clenched teeth.
She laid back on the spread and rose to her elbows to watch him. Joe reached over and skimmed his hands up her thighs. "God, you have such long legs, always did."
She made no sound but sucked in her breath as his fingers hooked in the waistband of her yoga pants and he peeled the down. For the second time that night she was naked, he was clothed, but now Sandy felt empowered. He let his gaze roam when she wanted his hands on her, making her wait.
She bit her lip to keep from begging, and at last he knelt between her legs. Joe studied her for a moment, seemingly unsatisfied, and then spread her legs wider. When he began to lower his face she had a moment of ecstatic joy, the puzzlement as instead his mouth found her breast. The quickly returned to elation when he did something clever with his tongue, sending an electric trill through her.
"Joe, please," she moaned, but even she didn't know just what she was begging for.
"What? This?" He lightly nipped her nipple and she arched against him. "This?" A thick finger slid into her creaming cunt and she cried out. "This?" He used his entire body to push the finger deeper, pull out, sink back in, a shadow of what she really craved.
"Yes!"
He chuckled and kept moving, one hand planted by her head he bent and began to tease her other nipple. His thumb began to stroke her clit with every pass and she felt herself tightening. Pinned to the bed all she could was raise her hips to greet his every thrust and all too soon she felt herself spiraling upward.
He moved faster, reading the tightness of her body, and waited for that hitch in her breath. He heard it and slammed another finger inside her, curling them both as she came. Joe pressed against the raised spot inside her and Sandy's cry turned into a scream of pleasure and surrender.
On and on and on the climax shook her. She clawed at him and the sheets indiscriminately, her scream fading into a wail while she still pulsed. Joe began to tremble, aroused enough he feared embarrassment, and recited the stats for the past Packers season until they both calmed.
Damn, Sandy thought. He felt floaty and light, heavy and sated, thick and needy still. Joe anted nothing more than fill her with his cock feel her warm and tight around him, drive into her until she came again, squeezing his cock.
He jerked back from her, afraid he would lose control and do something stupid. Sandy stretched like a cat, her lithe body cast in lamplight and distant lightning. She was a witch, she had to be.
"My turn," Sandy said, filled with sudden confidence. The look of raw need on his face made her feel powerful, and Joe so easily capitulated when she forced him to lay back.
His cock was thick, very thick, not overly long. The tip glistened with precum and she bent down to lick it off. He groaned like a wounded animal and fisted his hands, arms tight against his side.
She carefully wrapped her hand around the root of his cock and squeezed firmly. Encouraged by his moan she stroked slowly and his hips twitched. Feeling wicked she bent down and began to lick the head of his cock like an ice cream cone while her hand steadily stroked. When she ran her tongue over his frenulum, Joe cursed creatively, and Sandy took pity on him.
Sucking forcefully she moved her lips in a tight seal in concert with her hand. Working her other hand between them she cupped his balls, her finger and thumb forming a tight circle above them. As she descended she pulled away, rising up she pushed them back, and all the while licked his skin with relish.
Joe tried to wait, to hold on, to not give in, but it felt too damn good. The orgasm boiled up from his balls and he buried his fingers in her hair, resisting the urge t speed her up. Sandy read is actions and did, and the orgasm boiled over.
He shouted and a crash of thunder rolled as he came. Mindlessly now he guided her head, pumping his hips up, fucking her face. Sandy held on and swallowed every drop, delighting in the feel of so much masculine power completely under her control.
She rode him, pinning his legs down and she pulled the last drop of pleasure from him. When it passed Joe collapsed further into the bed, panting. Delicately he pulled her away when he grew sensitive and she laid beside him. With a grunt Joe hauled Sandy into the crook of his arm and tried to remember how to breathe.
"I think I'm glad we waited to do that until we both had some experience under our belt," she yawned out.
"Hmm," was all he could manage.
Outside the storm still raged, but further away. He could probably reach his brother by the, but Joe didn't want to.
"I want to stay the night," he said softly.
"Mmm-kay," she said with another yawn.
"I'll be right back, let me bank the fire."
She laughed at that, but he had meant the one downstairs and quickly rose. He padded naked and grabbed the lantern, but when he reached the bottom of the stairs the lights came back on. He nearly jumped at the loud moaning seconds later and turned to see the TV on. She'd been watching a porn, and on it a woman was stretched over a barrel as flames licked around her, and a man knelt between her legs, furiously licking her cunt.
Sandra Johnson was a surprise, a very welcome one. The quiet, serious girl had grown into one hell of a woman. Girl next door looks and a libido that made him feel like limping. His damn car getting stuck was the best thing to happen to him in years.
He ejected the DVD and shut the TV and player down. Turning off the lights he poured sand on the fire and then padded back upstairs. He turned off more lights, hut off the lanterns, and set the DVD into the bedroom player, leaving it off.
She woke to feel him return and he spooned behind her. Joe was so warm, so big he felt like a hell of a blanket and she snuggled I happily, drifting into total bliss.
The next time Sandy opened her eyes the sun was shining and the day dawned humid and cheery. She was alone in bed. She was disappointed only a moment until she rolled over and found a note.
Reached my brother and went to get my car. Will stop off in town for some food and condoms. Wait for me.
Joe
Smiling, she thought the vacation had turned out to be a thousand times better than expected.