Cabin Fever: The Long Wait

The rain hammered against the corrugated metal roof of the cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the feverish anticipation building within him. He’d spent the last two days wrestling with the stubborn engine, patching leaks, and generally making a mess of the place, all to earn the right to share this secluded retreat with her. Now, after a long, arduous day, he watched her nude form retreat out the door to the kitchen and counted his blessings, even while wondering if a glass of juice could possibly rejuvenate him completely. Momentarily she returned. “Rested enough?” she asked, her voice a low, husky murmur that vibrated through the humid air. If only! He groaned inwardly just watching her come into the room, admiring her beautiful, vibrant figure, and playfully cursed the biology that required him to wait.

“I think you done did me in.”

“Done did you in? Where did you go to school?” she laughed, the sound like tinkling bells in the cramped space. “How about a hot tub, then?”

“Sounds good, Babe.”

Being the more energetic of the two at the moment, Marie left him with his juice. Crossing the room she opened the faucets to the ‘hot tub,’ which was scarcely more than a glorified bath tub, filling the room with the sound of rushing water. It appeared small now, but it gave her a smile just to look at it and remember the time they had visited this place with their closest friends. No, it certainly wasn’t designed for four people, but they’d made it work… even if her cousin had complained that his knees were protruding from his armpits while sitting in there. Well, this time there would be just two of them, and it would work fine.

Returning to her husband, and still wearing only her brilliant smile, she coaxed him off the bed with her hand. “You know,” he mused, “you really are in a good mood when you get laid. Ow!”

Her hand stinging from giving him a swat for good measure she quipped, “I don’t see you complaining.”

“And I thought only my front parts needed a good soak,” Stanley groaned.

“Nope, you better scrub them all.”

Moments later the two were seated across from one another in the steaming hot, bubbling water of the tub. It seemed barely large enough for just the two of them, but it would work, and give Stanley enough room to wash his ‘parts,’ and then time to ‘rejuvenate.’

Distracted by the lovely bronzed leg she lifted free of the water, Stanley winced as her other foot explored more interesting territory. “Hey now! Watch the fancy footwork or you might put me out of commission for good!”

“Just checking to see which direction the compass was pointing,” Marie smirked.

“Which was?”

“South,” she pouted. “I wonder if he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

“Could be,” he chuckled.

“Well, for the moment, lover, why don’t you try pressing on the throttle right… there!” Leaning back against the side of the tub, Marie clasped her thighs around his leg and foot. She giggled when she felt him twitch his foot side-to-side on her slippery skin. “Ever had a toe-gasm?” His rumbling laughter in reply reverberated through his foot, as his toe gently caressed her smooth vulva.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” Stan laughed.

“Hey – touch right… there.” She shifted in her seat and sighed contentedly.

“Hey – yourself! Do you love me only for my toe?”

“Oh Stanley,” Marie put on her best mocking expression. “How shallow do you think I am? You know that I REALLY love you for that massive organ you tote between your legs…”

“I’ve never been to Oregon,” he drawled. “But I sure don’t carry it between my—”

“I said ‘organ’ not ‘Or-ee-gon,’ you ding dong!”

For once getting the jump on her, Stan sent a powerful wave of water towards Marie in the close confines of the tub. Seated lower in the tub than he was, he howled with laughed as she lost her balance, and slipped under the water. She came up sputtering, and returned the favor, both of them splashing the other until they were breathless with exertion.

“Hey Babe,” he finally breathed. “We’re going to run out of water pretty soon.”

“There’s more in the lake,” she said helpfully.

“Good thing there isn’t any carpet anywhere near here.”

“Are we a pair of juvenile delinquents, or what?”

“I think we fall under the ‘or what,’” he returned.

“I think you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Look at you, you’re practically a naughty little girl!” He chuckled, edging closer to her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body against his.

Their ‘bath’ finished, they exited the tub and toweled off. Exchanging a sheepish grin, Stan embraced his bride. Resting her head on his shoulder, she heard him whisper, “I love you, Babe. You’re more fun than I deserve.” His hands felt warm and reassuring as they caressed her smooth back, ever as much as her soft curves meant something to him as a man that couldn’t be put into words.

“Hmm – I think I detect a mighty oak rising from the jungle.”

Staring at the ceiling and shaking with laughter, Stanley growled, “The jungle? Hey – I keep it trimmed down there.”

“You know what I mean.”

Their foreheads touching together, he looked into her mischievous brown eyes. “You are insatiable,” he whispered, his eyes wandering lower to her breasts, the rigid tips of her nipples tickling against his chest hair.

“I have reason to be,” she returned. “It’s not every girl that gets to take a hunk like you to bed every night.” His eyes flashed back to hers and he winced, as she gently clasped his ‘mighty oak.’ “Come, lover.”

Grasping his hand in hers, she led him to their bed. Looking at him again, her face animated with a delight unique to her personality, she continued, “You’re my secret, Stan. If all my girlfriends knew what I have, I –” Her voice trailed off. Actually, her best friend Lisa knew. They shared everything. But that didn’t count.

Stanley was positive that he must have had the goofiest grin on his face, but he didn’t care. Marie was a handful, but dog-gone-it if she didn’t make him feel good! And the reverse wasn’t exactly true, he reflected. It took only ten seconds in being around Marie for others to know what he had. With her, what you saw, and what you heard, is what you got. And brother – you got it with both barrels at that. Chuckling, he reached down and lifted her onto the bed, and then joined her.

Grasping her ‘oak’ in hand, she nudged him until he was on his back, and then knelt between his legs, her eyes locking with his as she kissed the tip of his penis. Giving him a squeeze that he felt all the way to his toes, she looked at his manhood, admiring his strength and shape, the rounded curve of his coronal ridge, and the dimpled tip of his gleaming crown. The crown of a prince – her prince.

Biting her lower lip, she looked back into his eyes, and reached for a tube of their favorite lubrication on the nightstand beside the bed. While her lover watched with mesmerized eyes, Marie opened the tube, the warm clear fluid escaping onto her hands and his swollen phallus. Gently twisting her grip around him, he watched her hand erotically caress the fluids into him. Her other hand held his skin tantalizingly taut at the base of his abdomen. Her long hair fluttered around them, wisping across his skin when she leaned in close, and then moving in a flourish as she tossed her head. Her eyes met his again as she stroked him. And while he might have thought the evening long ago finished, there was something about the glow within her soul, and the seductive gleam in her eyes, that drew him on, leaving him breathless with arousal until his eyes practically crossed.

Her eyes remained on his as she softly released him, and crawled slowly towards his face. Blowing nearly every circuit in his mind all at once, he felt the softness of her breasts against his slippery penis, and then the delicious slide, as she rubbed her soft bosom against his slippery belly all the way up to his chest until their faces were eye-to-eye. He wanted to sink his teeth into her, but he knew she wouldn't allow it. She bit his lip in response, and he felt a sharp sting, followed by a delightful tingle as he realized what she was doing. It was a playful challenge, and he couldn’t resist the urge to escalate the game. Grabbing her head in his hands, he brought her to his lips, nibbling gently on her lower lip. She pulled back, giggling, and playfully slapped his hand away. "You're a pervert," she whispered, but there was a hint of pleasure in her voice.

“Hey now! Watch the fancy footwork or you might put me out of commission for good!”

“Just checking to see which direction the compass was pointing,” Marie smirked.

“Which was?”

“South,” she pouted. “I wonder if he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

“Could be,” he chuckled.

“Well, for the moment, lover, why don’t you try pressing on the throttle right… there!” Leaning back against the side of the tub, Marie clasped her thighs around his leg and foot. She giggled when she felt him twitch his foot side-to-side on her slippery skin. “Ever had a toe-gasm?” His rumbling laughter in reply reverberated through his foot, as his toe gently caressed her smooth vulva.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” Stan laughed.

“Hey – touch right… there.” She shifted in her seat and sighed contentedly.

“Hey – yourself! Do you love me only for my toe?”

“Oh Stanley,” Marie put on her best mocking expression. “How shallow do you think I am? You know that I REALLY love you for that massive organ you tote between your legs…”

“I’ve never been to Oregon,” he drawled. “But I sure don’t carry it between my—”

“I said ‘organ’ not ‘Or-ee-gon,’ you ding dong!”

For once getting the jump on her, Stan sent a powerful wave of water towards Marie in the close confines of the tub. Seated lower in the tub than he was, he howled with laughed as she lost her balance, and slipped under the water. She came up sputtering, and returned the favor, both of them splashing the other until they were breathless with exertion.

“Hey Babe,” he finally breathed. “We’re going to run out of water pretty soon.”

“There’s more in the lake,” she said helpfully.

“Good thing there isn’t any carpet anywhere near here.”

“Are we a pair of juvenile delinquents, or what?”

“I think we fall under the ‘or what,’” he returned.

“I think you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Look at you, you’re practically a naughty little girl!” He chuckled, edging closer to her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body against his.

Their foreheads touching together, he looked into her mischievous brown eyes. “You are insatiable,” he whispered, his eyes wandering lower to her breasts, the rigid tips of her nipples tickling against his chest hair.

“I have reason to be,” she returned. “It’s not every girl that gets to take a hunk like you to bed every night.” His eyes flashed back to hers and he winced, as she gently clasped his ‘mighty oak.’ “Come, lover.”

Grasping his hand in hers, she led him to their bed. Looking at him again, her face animated with a delight unique to her personality, she continued, “You’re my secret, Stan. If all my girlfriends knew what I have, I –” Her voice trailed off. Actually, her best friend Lisa knew. They shared everything. But that didn’t count.

Stanley was positive that he must have had the goofiest grin on his face, but he didn’t care. Marie was a handful, but dog-gone-it if she didn’t make him feel good! And the reverse wasn’t exactly true, he reflected. It took only ten seconds in being around Marie for others to know what he had. With her, what you saw, and what you heard, is what you got. And brother – you got it with both barrels at that. Chuckling, he reached down and lifted her onto the bed, and then joined her.

Grasping her ‘oak’ in hand, she nudged him until he was on his back, and then knelt between his legs, her eyes locking with his as she kissed the tip of his penis. Giving him a squeeze that he felt all the way to his toes, she looked at his manhood, admiring his strength and shape, the rounded curve of his coronal ridge, and the dimpled tip of his gleaming crown. The crown of a prince – her prince.

Biting her lower lip, she looked back into his eyes, and reached for a tube of their favorite lubrication on the nightstand beside the bed. While her lover watched with mesmerized eyes, Marie opened the tube, the warm clear fluid escaping onto her hands and his swollen phallus. Gently twisting her grip around him, he watched her hand erotically caress the fluids into him. Her other hand held his skin tantalizingly taut at the base of his abdomen. Her long hair fluttered around them, wisping across his skin when she leaned in close, and then moving in a flourish as she tossed her head. Her eyes met his again as she stroked him. And while he might have thought the evening long ago finished, there was something about the glow within her soul, and the seductive gleam in her eyes, that drew him on, leaving him breathless with arousal until his eyes practically crossed.

Her eyes remained on his as she softly released him, and crawled slowly towards his face. Blowing nearly every circuit in his mind all at once, he felt the softness of her breasts against his slippery penis, and then the delicious slide, as she rubbed her soft bosom against his slippery belly all the way up to his chest until their faces were eye-to-eye. He wanted to sink his teeth into her, but he knew she wouldn’t allow it. She bit his lip in response, and he felt a sharp sting, followed by a delightful tingle as he realized what she was doing. It was a playful challenge, and he couldn’t resist the urge to escalate the game. Grabbing her head in his hands, he brought her to his lips, nibbling gently on her lower lip. She pulled back, giggling, and playfully slapped his hand away. "You're a pervert," she whispered, but there was a hint of pleasure in her voice.

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