Summer Cabin

"Driving east on Interstate 80 across Nebraska in July should be its own level of hell," Greg mused as he drove. "It's certainly hot enough," he added out loud.

Staring over the steering wheel, he watched the heat rise off in waves over the seemingly endless miles of black pavement. His thoughts began to drift to a time two years ago.

"Greg, there's a letter for you." His mother had told him as he walked into his parents’ Kansas home for his monthly visit. "It's from that girl you used to know, Connie. She's from Glenwood; I think you dated her years ago. Anyway, she wants to know if I will give you her address, so here take this."

Greg's heart seemed to have stopped beating and had crawled up his throat threatening to choke him. Trying to appear far calmer than he felt, he took the envelope from Mom as he answered, "OK, thanks, I think I remember her. I'll look at it later." He put the folded paper in his pocket while every nerve in his body screamed at him to unfold it and read each word she had written over and over until they became etched in his heart.

Greg smiled to himself as he remembered how he had waited impatiently for his parents to go to bed before rushing to the guest room to finally read the letter. He read the short message three times, before he logged onto hotmail and hurriedly sent her a reply. To his surprise, his email to her was answered almost immediately, and their online friendship had begun.

Now here he was, driving across Nebraska to meet her at a secluded cabin halfway between their distant residences. He could not wait; but the hot miles seemed to grow longer as each second passed. Still as it was he would be nearly an hour early anyway.

"Totally uncool to be this early," he laughed at himself, but he had been unable to wait another second to leave his Wyoming house for this long anticipated retreat.

He and Connie had become friends and helped each other through their respective failed marriages. As they each struggled to pick up the pieces of their lives, they had begun to explore the possibility of beginning their own romance anew.

Their online flirtations had grown bolder and bolder until steaming hot fantasies burned up their computers. That had led to webcam sessions, and even more shared fantasies until the time had come for them to act.

School was out for her and he had some vacation time from his job, so they found a secluded cabin to rent for a few days. Greg loaded up a bag full of sex toys and body lotions to enhance their plans of a wild adventurous weekend of sex and acting out some of their most erotic fantasies. And now he headed down the highway, getting closer to her with every tire rotation.

Thoughts of his recent purchases at the adult store caused his mind to drift to the fantasies they had discussed. Visions of handcuffs and blindfolds and riding crops mixed into an erotic parade of images flowing through his mind. There were pictures in his mind’s eye that included using feathers and toys and lubricants. Most of these items were mostly unexplored in his past and excited him so much that he became aroused.

His arousal helped make the time fly by as he continued to focus on the fantasies. Before he realized where he was, the navigation system said, "Turn left in one mile". He spent the next few minutes navigating the country roads leading to the little cabin tucked at the end of a quiet farm pond.

He was really early. The owner had told him there was no one else there before him so he could check in at noon. However it was just a little past eleven, still no one else was there. So Greg pulled the key from under the fake rock in the garden and opened the door.

After a quick look around, he unpacked his clothes and set the bag of toys near the bed. He was still deciding what clothes to change into when he heard a car pull up to the front door. Standing in the middle of the cabin, Greg strived for a nonchalant look even as his heart was thudding loudly in his chest.

As soon as Greg saw the door open and someone peek around the edge, the casual look on his face was erased and his breath caught in his chest. It was her. The girl he first fell in love with almost thirty years ago was standing a few feet from him. To his heart she still looked eighteen like when they first met. The added age and the extra pounds meant nothing to him.

Connie saw him standing there and gasped. It was truly Greg. Her first love was now just a feet away looking as good as the last day she saw him those many years ago.

They stood there, he in the living room and she frozen in the doorway; each reliving their own dream of life and love. At last Greg moved. He took one step towards her and then Connie rushed to meet him. They embraced tightly like a returning war hero and his bride- to- be.

They simply held each other for a long while, Connie’s bag forgotten at her feet.

"She smells like I remember," Greg thought as he smelled her hair and nape of her neck. He softly kissed her there. He nuzzled her neck as Connie made cooing noises that almost sounded like she was crying. He moved slightly to kiss her cheek and felt the damp, salty traces of her tears. His lips moved slowly along her soft skin until they settled on her lips.

All of his erotic, kinky fantasies disappeared in that instant. All that remained was their bridge to youth. All the passion of their lives coalesced into this moment, this kiss. It became their sole focus.

Their passion grew as if their lips had started a forest fire. The fire spread across her lips from one cell to the next, and the next and the next. The fire raced from their lips to engulf their faces which flushed with the heat of it. It grew to quickly move down their bodies fanned by each beat of their hearts; with each lusty gasp of breath.

As the fire spread over them, they became uncomfortably warm. Connie reacted first and pulled Greg's shirt open; popping several buttons off in her haste. Her hand ran over his chest, feeling his coarse hair against her palm and spreading the heat with her touch. She tugged his shirt to his arms. He released his hold on her long enough to shrug out of the shirt.

Greg pulled the straps of her tank top off her shoulders and pushed it to her waist like a dress. He held her breasts cupped in her bra for a moment before reaching behind her and unsnapping it with a long forgotten talent. Her bra fell away, leaving them both bare from the waist up.

Their kiss continued through it all, their tongues danced and played in their mouths mimicking the actions their bodies would soon enjoy as their hands now roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Their bare skin did not cool the fire inside; it only made it hotter. Each touch found a new erogenous zone.

Connie’s hands pushed on Greg’s pants, hard. He had lost weight recently and they were just loose enough that they gave a little, sliding down his hips. Encouraged, she pushed harder, and they cleared the mound of his ass. His pants now slid by gravity to his knees and took his underwear with them.

Greg’s erection sprang forward and teased Connie’s bare stomach. It left a wet trail of excitement wherever it touched her which did nothing to quench the fire burning inside her. Greg pushed on the waistband of Connie’s shorts, and he was pleased to feel the elastic band push easily over her hips. He pushed them further down her thighs, still never breaking their kiss.

They danced together, stepping out of their clothes, naked and embracing, jiggling their legs to clear off the remnants of pants, underwear and shoes. Greg managed to take his socks off one foot at a time with his other foot. “Talented,” Connie thought but never broke the kiss.

Now with bare skin against bare skin, the force of the kiss exploded, and they no longer had thoughts other than their long unrequited love. Connie felt his stiffness against her stomach and stepped on her tip-toes. His burning hardness now pressed maddeningly close to her desire but still not close enough. Greg bent his knees and the tip of him slid between her legs. In an age-old, handless manipulation he entered her and stood up, lifting her from her feet in the process.

Greg carried Connie as he walked, her legs wrapped around him and his erection now buried inside her. He gently set her on the back of the sofa and it was perfect. He slowly moved in and out of her as their kiss burned with a fresh intensity.

Connie’s passion exploded inside her giving fresh fire to their passion as she moaned around his tongue nibbling it with the force of uncontrolled desire. Her body spasmed beneath him, clenching him tighter inside her. The heat of their passion seemed to concentrate deep inside of Greg. He felt it rise like a rocket from inside and build its first stage of intensity just beneath his impaled shaft. The passion exploded from within him just as her second orgasm gripped him like a vice.

He exploded inside her screaming her name in an animalistic growl, and she dug her nails into his back in her own basest emotion. Their howls were the first time their kiss had broken since their first touch; they gasped for breath from the entire episode as they held on to each other and their bodies quivered in the fire’s aftermath.

Gradually they regained their senses.

“Hi,” Greg said speaking for the first time.

“Hi,” Connie replied as she looked around the cabin for the first time. Spotting his bag of toys by the bed she asked impishly, “What’s in the bag?”

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