Without a doubt it was one of the most beautiful and relaxing places for a holiday I had ever found. A delightful cabin charmingly basic in its amenities – overstuffed leather couch, huge double bed, table for two and a porch overlooking the slow moving river. No internet and limited phone coverage – the implication (he can’t work if he can’t log on), it seemed perfect.
The owners had put in a spa bath, the only nod to luxury needed. Surrounded by gum trees and set on a promenade jutting into the river the only way across to the other side, a dusty potholed road or jumping stones.
It was perfect for a fifth date- perfect for a weekend to consummate a new love, perfect in all ways, even the short walk into the village for supplies and internet coverage, all part of the charm.
He wasn’t coming till late – his last email slightly concerning – “car in the repair shop hope to get it out by 12 – see you at 3” – surely no need to worry and it gave me enough time to prepare.
I’m sure there is some scientific basis for pubic hair but I fail to see its use – neat clean naked is my personal preference and now I have time to remove it all – clean back and sides and a little map of Tassie my signature look.
My little silk dress sliding over my frame, no bra and no knickers, the soft fabric brushing across my body felt like his touch and I could almost feel his tongue caressing my sweet pink place – now so clean and tidy.
Grabbing my handbag I ventured to the stepping-stone crossing. I had enough time to walk into the village to check emails and maybe I would meet him there. Jumping from one stone to the other and laughing like a child at play, I felt alive and risqué, the breeze playing against my naked undercarriage. God I felt horny -I even waved at the fisherman intent on pulling Cod from the river.
His email crushing – “Hiya I won’t be able to get my car until Monday – sorry I can’t make it.” I tried to ring him but no answer. Three weeks of planning and discussion, hours of internet searching all for nothing. He wasn’t coming. Anger turned to frustration, frustration to bruised ego, bruised ego to self-doubt, my journey back to the cabin tinged with disbelief, ‘why me’ and pain…………..not horny now.
The fisherman waved, but I could barely respond. I was halfway across the river when the phone buried in the recesses of my handbag rang – “fuck where is it”, the search made more precarious by balancing on a rock– the phone leaping from my hand as I pulled it forcefully from my bag, I catch it, I get my balance and it stops ringing. The unlock code, press redial, come on answer – it does – it’s the answering machine in his office – fuck he’s at work. I can’t speak – did he even try to get his car from the repair shop???, is his car even in the repair shop????? I can’t do it – I can’t question like this. I step across the river.
Except I don’t – I am in the river, I’m under the river, my phone floating away, my glasses dislodged , where are they , where are they, I’m blind without them. I’m screaming, frustration, anger, despair, fear and madness raging from my lips. They are gone – my eyesight and my phone gone – I am blind.
The scramble up the muddy bank leaving me with bruises, my silk dress smeared in filth, clinging to me like a bedraggled cat. I stagger squinting to the cabin too scared to contemplate how I would drive home.
Tears come now as I peel my dress from my frame, I fill the spa bath to wash the mud from me and I stand naked and crying – along and lost. “Come on girl worst things have happened”,– I shake myself out of my stupor, “come on girl get up, get moving”. Resilience, I have in it spades, it doesn’t mean I like it and it doesn’t mean things don’t hurt but I get up, I walk the line every day of my life, I walk the line.
“Wow you’re a sight” says a voice behind me. I scream more from surprise than fear “who are you, how long have you been standing there”.
His laugh genuine and gentle, “not long enough to savour your delights“, he says – oh god that’s right I’m naked. I don’t even know where the towels are.
“Please mate, I’ve lost my glasses, lost my phone and I’ve been stood up, I’m not in a good place, please leave me alone….I can’t even find the towels” tears well again.
“I can help you there” he says and he moves past me into the alcove, “although it’s a shame to cover up such a beautiful view”. He hands me a towel. “You’re the fisherman right?” I say
“That’s it love, I heard you scream so I thought I should come and give you a hand, make sure you are ok. You look like you could do with that bath, let me help you”.
“I’ll be right” I say before unceremoniously tripping on the edge of the towel and landing facedown butt naked and spreadeagled on the floor, the towel coming to rest on my head. I hear a moan escape from his lips as his gentle hands help me up.
“Just saying and don’t take this the wrong way but you have a stunning arse, come on let me get you in that bath so you can clean up and I’ll make you a cup of tea”.
As he helps me into the warm spa I notice he’s wet, dripping wet “what happened to you “I say, “well love I went for a bit of a swim” I hear him shuffle around in the kitchen, humming a little tune
He sits on the edge of the spa, and I tell him my sorry tale, what a nice man I think. I don’t even care that he’s seeing me naked. He’s shivering – Sometimes I act rashly, without thinking and before I know it I say “you should get in here with me and warm up”
As if waiting for the invitation all along, he’s naked and sitting opposite me in seconds. “You like foot massages’ he asks. He picks up my foot and places my toes into his mouth. OMG the feeling is incredible. “do you like that too” I ask, “mmmyesmmm”. And I too suck his toes, its rather fun.
“Don’t take this the wrong way love but I think a lady like you deserve some tender care and given that your date didn’t come I’m happy to help out.”
I laugh, “what do you have in mind? He helps me out of the spa and starts drying off my back, his hands tracing down my spine until they rest at the top of my cheeks, his hands gripping hold – “great arse love” he says, and he spread my cheeks, his face pushes into my buns and his tongue searches for my rim.
I feel myself bending over so he can open me up more, his tongue flicking round and round and pushing into my ass. His fingers slide forward and start to work on my pink swollen clit, gentle at first, stoking it with tender care, moving my button round. I know I’m wet from more than just the spa, I know I’m going to start moaning, I know my resistance has crumbled, I know I want this man, I want him deep in me.
He’s licking me now, from my arse to my clit and I can hear him moan “fucking beautiful love, your fucking beautiful”. He doesn’t stop , he doesn’t let up and I’m dripping, all wet, all wanton, moaning, sighing, lost in intense physical pleasure – I know I’m coming, but the intensity shocks me – my orgasm, a mind blowing, toe curling, knee weakening, nipple hardening, cunt gushing explosion. So intense I can barely breathe.
When I can finally open my eyes he’s standing before me, wiping his mouth – “fucking gorgeous love” he says “you taste so good”. My eyes are wild, my desire unleashed, I want him, I need him, I have to have him.
“I need your cock in my mouth, let me have you”, I’m on my knees in front of him, his huge cock already rock hard, oh but its mine now.
I hold him up and start at his balls, licking the underside of his shaft to the head and back again, balls to head, over and over, sliding my tongue into his opening before taking his head into my mouth. I love that. I love having a big cock in my mouth, I love bearing down on a cock and pushing it as deep into my mouth as I can go, over and over again. His hands are on my head, holding my hair out of the way so he can see the exquisite pleasure I’m having taking him into me. He can control my head and he thrusts into my mouth, surprising me with the force and the depth his cock reaches before nature makes me gag – but I love it all, the gentle and the force. I suck and lick and stokes and get his gorgeous cock as wet as I can and I know he’s coming, and I know I want his cum to slide down my throat, I want to taste and possess him. His thrust deep and delicious, his grunting evident enough, his orgasm hard and strong, like him. Brilliant.
I’ve got something for you, he says, close your eyes,
I cant see anything any way but I comply
His hands brush my hair and he slides something on my face, its my glasses, he’s found them.
“I rescued them from the river love, couldn’t leave a lady like you without eyesight, sorry but I couldn’t find your phone”
Tears come again, my gratitude boundless.
“Thankyou, thankyou so much” I say. “I’ve got a reward for you”
And as I lead him toward the bed room he asks “And what’s that love”… but no need for an answer, my pussy already wet, his cock hardening, It will be a good night after all.