The warmth of the day was just starting to ebb away as I lounged in an Adirondack chair in front of my cabin. The local insect life was in full chirp, and the last of the sunlight was dappling the lake's surface.
I was watching a shoal of fish; don't ask me what sort they were, but they were breaking the surface to snatch flies from the air before sinking back into the crystal-clear water. Large ripples spread out to lap at the lake's edge.
My family owned the cabin for generations, and I sat wondering how many of my forbears had sat amidst this tranquil beauty taking in the same sights.
My eyes would momentarily flutter shut as I sipped my chilled beer, two more bottles nestled in a bucket of ice at my feet. I was relaxed and at peace with the world for the first time in months.
Inside the cabin, I had a huge steak ready for the grill, along with a fresh green salad and baby salad potatoes. I just needed to muster the energy to light the grill.
"Arrrrrrrrrgh!" The scream split the air, shattering the calm like a pick through the ice.
Dropping my bottle, I leapt from the chair, instinctively reaching under my armpit for my weapon before remembering that it was in a lockbox many miles away.
The scream, distinctly feminine, had come from the next cabin down, which was a good seventy yards further round the lake.
Barefoot I started to run toward the cabin, pausing to grab a short-handled axe from my woodpile.
Hugging the scraggly line of bushes, taking whatever cover I could, I hauled ass until I reached the porch, at which point I slowed right down.
Keeping to the shadows, I ducked up to the window and risked a peek inside.
In layout, the cabin was similar to mine, sparse but kinda homey. The bed was made up with a colourful patchwork quilt, a couple of brown leather weekender bags sat at its foot.
Slipping inside the open door, I looked further into the main living space before deciding it was clear and moving to check the bathroom at the rear.
The sound of running water was loud.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," cursed a woman's voice.
I nudged the door wide with my toe before swinging low and wide inside the room.
"Hello," I shouted, "Everything OK here?"
There before me was a taut, tanned ass, partly hidden by a short white tee shirt.
A broken pipe hung at an angle from the wall; fresh cold lake water sprayed across the room.
"Ah shit, yes, I'm fine, I think." I couldn't see the owner of the voice. Her head was down behind a wicker towel hamper.
"Can I give you a hand up?" I offered, moving further into the small room.
"Ohh, yes, please."
In short order, I had taken her by the arm and around the waist to help her to her feet.
"Thanks, I'm Louise," she offered, tugging down on the hem of her tee to preserve her modesty.
The more she tugged the hem down, the tighter the now transparent fabric hugged her breasts. Large dark nipples tented the wet cloth.
"Carly," I smiled in return as I moved to close the water off. "If you're OK, I'll leave you to it."
"Yes, thanks, sorry to have disturbed you. I slipped and grabbed the pipe. Bad idea," she stumbled through another apology. Her words didn't quite ring true to my experienced ear, but hey.
And with that, I turned to leave. Just as I moved through the door, I caught a glimpse of something red lying against the hamper.
A large, ribbed dildo, it must have been under her body when I entered.
Smothering a smile, I called over my shoulder, "If you want to pop over for a beer, I'm the next cabin down, and I'm in for the evening."
***
My firepit was soon glowing bright against the dark fresh night sky. Little showers of sparks danced in the night air as the wood crackled and spat. I just love the smell of a wood fire.
Turning my steak, I heard a twig crack behind me.
Straightening up, I turned to see Louise approaching, a couple of beers in her hand.
"I thought I would come over and introduce myself properly. I hate to think of the first impression I must have made."
I surveyed my visitor, designer leggings and hoody, expensive sneakers, blonde hair in a loose topknot. She looked like a professional woman.
"Hey, I've met people in much worse situations, don't fret it." I offered my hand again to shake, but she stepped forward and hugged me instead.
"Hell, you've seen enough of me that we've reached the hugging stage." She laughed, a warm, infectious laugh that resonated with me. I felt my barriers drop—no easy thing with a prickly personality like mine.
"Grab a chair; I'm just cooking. Have you eaten?"
"I stopped for a cheeseburger on the way, but that does smell good."
"Honestly, it's too much for one, so I'm happy to share." I grabbed a second plate to which I added salad and potatoes before removing the steak from the heat to allow it to rest.
The meal was terrific. There's just something so special about food cooked in the open over a real fire. Anyway, we ate, rinsed the dishes, and settled back to chat and sip a few cool beers.
It transpired that we were both between relationships. I was single again, and Louise was on the cusp of singledom. She just needed to finalise it. That was why she had taken the cabin for the week.
Late evening the temperature really dropped, and so we folded the blankets we had wrapped ourselves in. With another hug, Louise headed back to her cabin.
Returning inside, I fastened the door latch and tugged off my jeans and sweater. The cool air of the cabin quickly perked my braless nipples, and my thong was hastily thrown to the laundry pile before I pulled on a thick pair of socks and slipped between the sheets.
OK, I confess, I can't sleep in PJs or panties; it's just too confining, but I hate cold feet, so the unsexy socks are one of my weaknesses.
The yellowy light of the oil lamp warmed the room and my soul, another connection with my forbears, I guess. I sat and read a few chapters of the latest Baldacci novel before turning the lamp off and snuggling into the thick feather pillows.
My mind filtered the events of the day, cataloguing the highs and lows, the fun bits, even the annoying bits. I guess most people do. It's probably how we forge our memories.
The high points and the most memorable, it seemed, were Louise's hard nipples tenting that tight tee.
I moved to cup and stroke my breasts as I pictured her lying there. That tee was really quite full.
A sensation of deep pleasure was buzzing through me as I tweaked and stretched my aching nipples. I could feel my pussy moistening as my tummy tumbled in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
I'm not a huge masturbator, but on this occasion, I just slipped into it.
I let my mind drift back, Louise's bare ass, just a hint of pale hair at the joint of her legs. My fingers moved to tease apart my labia. Slowly I stretched and stroked them, feeling my heat, my juices start to flow, and that delicious trembling in my tummy built.
Flashing back to her short tee, I remembered that close-clipped fuzz surrounding her pussy, the bare pink lips. I slipped a finger deep between my slick folds and started to gently fuck myself.
The need to cum was real and strong, strange how I had either suppressed it or, worse, failed to notice it for so long.
Focussing on her blonde hair, a weakness of mine, and those startlingly blue eyes, I slipped in another finger. My pussy has been "cock free" since college, but that doesn't mean I don't like to be filled, even stretched a little.
Inhaling, I could still smell the smoke of the fire on my skin, but now it was overlaid by the tangy aroma of warm wet pussy.
Kicking off my sheets, I pulled my knees back and started to work my pussy hard. Oh, fuck was I wet. Juice ran around my hand and wrist as squishing noises filled the air, mingling with my none too quiet moaning.
One hand pressed my clit, and the other fingered my pussy. My mind imagined Louise filling herself with that red dildo.
Choking off a scream, I picked up speed and bucked my hips from the mattress. Moments later, my sheets were wet, matching my trembling thighs and aching wrist.
Licking my fingers clean, I rolled over from the damp spot and pulled up the sheets before sinking into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
I woke bright and early the following morning. The sun was rising over the lake. I had slept better than I had in ages. I felt truly rested and refreshed.
I drew up a list of supplies to fetch from town, maybe after the farmer's market. I would try the Walmart on the main road and see if they stocked dildos or vibes, perhaps some spare sheets.
***
I landed up spending most of the day away from the cabin. I picked up my supplies from the local town and then set off to explore the neighbouring towns before cutting across to the Walmart.
Returning mid-afternoon, I pulled my rented SUV up alongside the cabin and started to carry my parcels inside. Food for several days, a crate of local craft beer, and a twin pack of sheets and pillowcases from Walmart. Last and by no means least, I retrieved my final purchase, sourced not from that well-known retailer but a nondescript adult store on the edge of a retail park.
Just carrying the plain paper bag inside my cabin triggered a sense of naughtiness; me, a grown woman excited at buying a bag of sex toys. I lined my purchases up on my pillow. I had purchased a pink silicone butt plug, a string of anal beads, and a Lelo Sona clitoral sonic stimulator. It had been pricey, but the shop assistant had promised I wouldn't be disappointed, oh and of course a large tube of lube.
Groceries stashed away, I returned to my favourite chair with a coffee and my book, happy to lose myself in the sounds of the lake. My expedition had left me a little tired, and a slight throbbing had started over my right-hand ribs. It was time to follow my own advice and chill out.
I guess I nodded off in the sunshine. I woke with a start to find my book laying alongside my chair, pages flapping in the late afternoon breeze, and half a mug of cold coffee resting on the log that served as a table.
Looking about, I could see a figure lying at the lake's edge. As the person moved, I glimpsed the blonde ponytail fed through the back of a ball cap and realised that it was Louise.
She was focused on the task at hand, and I refrained from calling her name. Watching further, I realised that she had a camera on a short tripod and was taking great care to set up her shot.
Eventually, she straightened and turned to walk inland; catching sight of me, she waved and turned in my direction.
I watched her walk, graceful and poised, her tanned legs bare in hiking boots and tan coloured shorts, with an olive-green shirt and that tan ball cap.
My pulse quickened, and I could feel little skitters of arousal flutter through my belly and down into my pussy.
"Hi, how's your day been?" I called out as she approached.
"It's been lovely, warm with just a little breeze, great weather for exploring and taking photos."
Her camera, like her clothes, was expensive. She lifted it from her neck and pointed at my other chair. "OK to sit?" she asked.
Trying not to gabble, I waved her down and offered her a coffee. "It's fairly fresh and should be warm in the thermal jug," I explained as I emptied the cold dregs from my mug.
In short order, we were sitting clutching mugs and chatting about our days. I told her how I had been out for supplies, glossing over the sonic vibe. Then she told me how she was taking a photography course and had to compile a portfolio of pictures.
I had come out to the cabin to get away from the bustle of the city and people. To de-stress and relax. Perversely I found that being in Louise's company was far more relaxing than being alone.
When she invited me over for dinner, I accepted without hesitation. The promise of grilled fresh Walleye combined with her company was too good to resist.
A couple of hours later, I had showered, even shaving my legs, and slipped into nice pair of yoga pants and a clingy rough knit top that emphasised my curves.
I don't know why, but it was important to me to look my best.
Grabbing a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio that I had bought that morning, I headed over to Louise's.
As I approached, she came forward to hug me. Her hair tickled my nose, and the smell of her shampoo was fresh and lemony. I tried to discreetly inhale the enticing bouquet. That buzzing sensation was back.
She had changed into tight Lycra leggings, pale orange with white flashes; a matching long-sleeved top completed her outfit. I guess, like me, she was wary of the mozzies that came out to play each evening.
The fish was terrific, and Louise whipped up fresh berry pancakes to follow. We just chatted and laughed as we watched the sky darken to reveal bright twinkling stars. No light pollution here.
After a while, I asked about her photography, and pulling her chair closer to mine, she fetched out her tablet to show me her work.
Honestly, I was surprised by just how good she was. Her pictures were grouped under a variety of headings.
"I have to complete a selection of pictures under each of the headings," she explained, "at the end of the course, they are assessed."
I saw urban street scenes and graffiti, multiple shots of the vase, taken from different perspectives and in different light settings.
Then I clicked on the wildlife tab and saw her work from that morning, birds, fish, horses all from around the lake. She had taken several shots of a derelict barn, with splitting faded timbers, peeling paint, a few rusted old tools leaning against a wall. These were so atmospheric; they really spoke to me.
"You're excellent. I love these," I offered.
"Aw thanks, I enjoy spending time with my camera. It's a welcome break from the pressures of work."
"What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
Louise revealed that she was a doctor, an ER specialist.
I guess that figured; apart from when I'd found her lying bare assed on the floor, she had shown calm, measured confidence in everything she did.
I didn't offer my own profession, and Louise didn't push the point. I listened to a few tales of life in a busy ER and then started to make my excuses.
I helped rinse off the plates and, with a parting hug, headed back to my cabin.
***
Slipping back into my cabin, I kicked off my boots before shrugging off my pants and top. I had opted for tiny black lace thong panties. I didn't want a visible line under the leggings.
Even for thong panties, they were small, and the front was one large wet spot. I reached, intending to take them off but instead, I gripped the waistband and tugged upwards.
The thin triangle of cloth slipped between my swollen lips. I worked the fabric back and forth, groaning aloud as the soft cloth rubbed my inner lips.
Soon I was stretching the fabric so that my cunt was getting rubbed, and then the string gave friction to my ass. Strands of thick cum seeped from my core to smear my mound.
Moving to my bed, I bunched my pillows up behind me and pulled my panties down. The cloth tugged against my lips as I pulled it free, sending a wonderful spasm of pleasure through my body.
It was time to test my clit toy. I placed it against my cheek and thumbed the button.
Oh, fuck, it was sending pulses of pleasure through my skin. Quickly I moved it down, letting the soft round mouth sit atop my swollen nipple.
The sensations were incredible—wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my breast. I watched in amazement as the tiny mouth caressed my aching nub. Moaning loudly, I switched to my other breast.
Oh fuck yes, my nips had always been sensitive, but this was mind-blowing. I still needed more, I was bucking my hips with desire, and my juices now flowed down to coat my thighs.
I moved its mouth to my cunt. It said to use plenty of lube, but I was flowing like a stream. Lightly I stroked the tip between my lips, coating it with my rich girly goo.
Just holding it against my swollen cunt lips was almost too much. Pulsing waves of pleasure swept through me; I was wailing in delight.
This was going to be a quickie; I had been aroused all evening, and now this wicked device would push me over the edge in seconds.
I moved the Sona until it was brushing my clit, my hood had retracted, and my bud was swollen with need.
Nudging the control up a setting, I started to rock my hips, riding the pulsing waves of pleasure that now invaded my core.
I gripped and stretched a nipple as I surrendered to my needs.
Thick spurts of cum sprayed from my cunt as I moaned and wailed.
My mind focused on Louise; with my last ragged breath, I screamed her name.
I could hear the blood pumping through my head. My heart was pounding, so was my cunt.
Oh god, did I feel alive. For the first time in ages, I truly felt good.
It was then that I heard the noise, a creaking sound from the porch, like a board lifting.
I leapt from the bed on legs that were still wobbly, feeling my cum start to run down my thighs.
My bedroom window was shuttered on the outside, and through the gaps in the slats, I couldn't see anything.
Running through to the outside door, I tugged the catch and went low, just peeking around the edge of the door, offering the minimum target.
Weak moonlight illuminated the open ground running down toward the water's edge. Nobody was there.
I listened hard; maybe there was a slight rustle.
I moved forward, out front of my cabin, looking both ways
My peripheral vision caught a quick flash of light, like a torch wobbling toward Louise's cabin, then it was gone.
I froze; nothing attracts the human eye more than movement. I watched and waited.
The clouds parted, and the moonlight turned up a notch. A slight figure slipped across Louise's porch and in through her door.
I would have gone over to check things out, but apart from my socks, I was butt naked with cum smeared thighs, and I had seen the white flashes on the mystery figure. It was Louise.
***
The following day I woke calm and refreshed. The clear, clean mountain air was working wonders for me, or then again, maybe it was frigging myself senseless each evening. Still, either way, I could feel myself healing.
I poured a large OJ and moved to sit on the porch whilst I planned out my day. One of the best bits of my cabin life was that I didn't have to do anything other than gather supplies once in a while.
I watched a slight figure off to my left. It was someone out for a run.
There was only my cabin at this corner of the lake and then to my right, Louise's.
You could walk the shoreline of the lake or follow the single track out to the main road to the left.
The figure was moving at a fair pace, and pretty soon, I could see that it was Louise.
Sketching a quick wave, she detoured toward me.
I nearly choked on my juice. Her blonde hair was loosely gathered in a ponytail, and her skin was flushed and coated with a sheen of sweat.
Is that all I see? you ask.
No, her large breasts were braless in a thin white vest top that her sweat had turned all but see-through. Her nipples, hard and dark, stretched the fabric. Honestly, she was showing more than when I'd rescued her from the bathroom.
Her shorts were tight and clingy, her pussy outlined to anybody that cared to look, and oh fuck, did I manage to look. I could hardly keep my eyes off.
"I was hoping to see you," she smiled, but her eyes were watching mine.
"You look like you could use a glass of water," I said.