Cabin Heat: A Repair Job

The rain hammered against the cabin roof, a relentless rhythm accompanying the raw ache in Stanley’s muscles. He’d spent the better part of the day wrestling with stubborn nails and warped boards, finally securing the last shingle in the roof. Now, covered in sawdust and sweat, he felt a primal hunger gnawing at him – a hunger that went beyond mere physical need. He glanced at Marie, who was already at the grill, expertly flipping burgers while humming along to a crackly radio station. Her daisy duke shorts, a splash of defiant color against the muted browns and greens of the wilderness, emphasized her curves, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame.

“I’m hungry,” Stanley announced, his voice hoarse. “I’ve fixed the roof, and fixed—”

“Oh no, lover, you haven’t done near enough work to fix me yet,” Marie giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She didn’t share Lisa’s culinary prowess, but she’d brought along enough trail mix, jerky, and hard candies to keep him satisfied, at least for a while. She helped him get the grill ready, expertly arranging the patties and spreading the mustard. As he took his first bite, a wave of contentment washed over him, easing the tension in his muscles. The simple pleasure of a good burger, combined with Marie’s captivating presence, was a potent aphrodisiac.

“Stan was in a jovial mood, having completed at least the task for which he came,” she observed, her voice laced with amusement. She even tricked him into helping her clean up the dishes, a rarity that only served to heighten his desire.

Sitting down with a dog-eared magazine, Marie excused herself, returning moments later in an off-white, gauzy lingerie set. It was a stark contrast to her usual attire, but it worked perfectly, instantly igniting a fire in his loins. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice soft and suggestive.

“Is grass green?” he mumbled dumbly, completely captivated by the glimpse of her exposed skin.

“I thought you would,” Marie giggled, pulling a small, mischievous smile. “I borrowed it from Lisa. I don’t know where she found this one, but she knows how to pick ‘em!” And then her voice softened, tinged with a playful challenge. “Are you ready to go again, lover?” He offered a slow, deliberate nod, unable to resist her pull. “Come undress me.”

Standing up, he shrugged free from his work clothes, the damp fabric clinging to his skin. As he approached her, sitting seductively on the edge of a weathered wooden desk, he felt an overwhelming surge of anticipation. Reaching behind her, he gently unsnapped her top, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. Tenderly peeling the fabric away, he set her exposed skin free to his gaze once again, breathing in the subtle scent of her perfume, a blend of wildflowers and something indefinably alluring. Subconsciously, he sniffed the discarded top, stopping when she giggled.

“You sniff everything, don’t you?” she teased, her eyes filled with amusement.

“I can’t help it,” Stan mumbled, admitting the truth. It was true; he did sniff everything – clothes, books, the upholstery of his new pickup truck, even the tool belt she’d given him for Christmas. The scent of her lingerie, coupled with her warmth, was an irresistible invitation.

“Does it smell like Lisa?” he asked, sniffing again.

He caught the familiar scent, a hint of her favorite rose perfume, and nodded. Unable to wait for him, Marie stepped out of the tight briefs, twirling them on her finger. “Gonna’ sniff these, too?” she asked, her gaze meeting his with a saucy grin. The idea of her wearing Lisa’s lingerie was a delicious turn-on, and she reveled in pushing his buttons.

“I’ve got much more important things to ‘sniff,’” Stanley mumbled, standing to hold her at the waist. She leaned back against the desk, her long brunette hair fluttering behind her as her head tilted in invitation. Drawing his face to her warm breasts as she arched them beautifully upward, he felt completely consumed by her beauty, especially when he felt the whispery softness of her legs clasp around his waist. Attempting to support her weight, his hands found her smooth back, relishing the delicate touch of every part of her soft skin. He felt the same raw hunger that he’d always experienced with her, something intoxicating to his soul that kept him coming back for more and more, an addiction of the best kind. Had he not found such fulfillment with her, the feelings that washed over him with her frankly would have scared him.

Happy-go-lucky, self-sufficient Stan. That’s how it had always been, or seemed, until he met Marie. When he made the disconcerting discovery as to just how much he truly needed another human being’s love and affection in his heart, it hit him like a ton of bricks. “Don’t be too quick to fall in love,” his father had warned with a wink, his final piece of advice before sending his son off to school. But what did his father know anyhow? The first time he’d seen Marie, she was aimlessly wandering around one of the numerous school parking lots at the university. He was walking along minding his own business when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. She walked here, she walked there, she walked everywhere around the parking lot as if she had not a single care in the world except what was being spoken into her ear. He later teased her that she looked like she was breathing fire. Utterly fascinated, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply watched her, mesmerized by her antics, and knew he was a “goner.”

He later learned she was having an argument with her cousin, a petty squabble about a misplaced lawn chair. It had been utter nonsense, though he didn’t dare tell her so at the time. It was her typical response when she was on the losing end of something – to pour on more bluster, and he strangely found it very sexy to watch, all the more so when he felt irresistibly drawn to her. Finally, feeling strength return to his legs, he moved from his position into the parking lot as she snapped her phone together with a flourish. She stood there, her brown eyes flaming with life amidst a flushed face, hands on her hips as if defying this calm approaching stranger to disagree with her. He also saw something more, his own body traitorously turning against him at a critical juncture. Just what he needed at a time like this! He’d long wondered if mini-skirts should be outlawed on account of the “distraction factor,” but growling under his breath, he now wondered if hemlines merely one inch above the knee should also be banished as well. Or was it two inches? He didn’t know, because her face commanded his attention, and his gaze had sharply whipped to hers as she spoke to him for the first time. Even still, he hadn’t forgotten those gorgeous, bronzed legs.

“Stanley, what are you laughing about now?” she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

“Ah, it’s nothing, Babe,” he chuckled, brushing it off. “You know what I wish I could have right now?”

“What’s that, Stan?”

“Oh, Stanley… if you had a twin, I… I think I’d want you both.”

“Two gorillas at the same time, eh?” Stan quipped, unable to resist the playful challenge. Marie tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar,” she teased, her voice husky. “But you know what, I really don’t care.” Drawing him closer, she felt his warm manhood tickle along her narrow landing strip. Drawing his face up so she could look him in the eye, she smiled. “Do you know how to use that thing, or did you miss the sign that said ‘insert here’?”

“I think I missed the sign, Hon. You didn’t exactly tattoo directions down there.”

“Well—”

“But I don’t think that’s what you need right now,” he cut her off, gently breaking the clasp of her legs, drawing a trail of kisses from her chin across her breasts, and then downward over her flat stomach, swirling a tongue in her belly button before continuing lower. He felt her hands tangling in his hair as he continued his journey, his lips nuzzling against the soft bristles of her pubic hair before continuing lower. Stopping, he simply sat on his knees, and admired her, remembering again their first meeting in the parking lot, when he’d instantly wondered where those pretty legs ended. He’d immediately rebuked himself for the thought at the time, but he knew the answer now – and it was a most lovely place.

Leaning in, he kissed her smooth vulva, her scent familiar and comforting. The small gesture immediately registered with her as she tossed her hair and looked down at him, a crooked smile on her face. “Why do we always choose to make love on hard objects, Stanley?” she drawled, her voice thick with arousal.

“Hmm?” Stanley’s voice rumbled in her ear. The very sound of her oft-times naughty voice made him pulsate with pleasure. He heard her giggle as she felt him twitch within her. Instinctively looking upward, Marie saw only the ceiling boards and groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see you in the mirror. I like watching your cute butt wiggle when you’re inside me.”

“I thought you would,” Marie giggled, pulling a small, mischievous smile. “I borrowed it from Lisa. I don’t know where she found this one, but she knows how to pick ‘em!” And then her voice softened, tinged with a playful challenge. “Are you ready to go again, lover?” He offered a slow, deliberate nod, unable to resist her pull. “Come undress me.”

Standing up, he shrugged free from his work clothes, the damp fabric clinging to his skin. As he approached her, sitting seductively on the edge of a weathered wooden desk, he felt an overwhelming surge of anticipation. Reaching behind her, he gently unsnapped her top, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. Tenderly peeling the fabric away, he set her exposed skin free to his gaze once again, breathing in the subtle scent of her perfume, a blend of wildflowers and something indefinably alluring. Subconsciously, he sniffed the discarded top, stopping when she giggled.

“You sniff everything, don’t you?” she teased, her eyes filled with amusement.

“I can’t help it,” Stan mumbled, admitting the truth. It was true; he did sniff everything – clothes, books, the upholstery of his new pickup truck, even the tool belt she’d given him for Christmas. The scent of her lingerie, coupled with her warmth, was an irresistible invitation.

“Does it smell like Lisa?” he asked, sniffing again.

He caught the familiar scent, a hint of her favorite rose perfume, and nodded. Unable to wait for him, Marie stepped out of the tight briefs, twirling them on her finger. “Gonna’ sniff these, too?” she asked, her gaze meeting his with a saucy grin. The idea of her wearing Lisa’s lingerie was a delicious turn-on, and she reveled in pushing his buttons.

“I’ve got much more important things to ‘sniff,’” Stanley mumbled, standing to hold her at the waist. She leaned back against the desk, her long brunette hair fluttering behind her as her head tilted in invitation. Drawing his face to her warm breasts as she arched them beautifully upward, he felt completely consumed by her beauty, especially when he felt the whispery softness of her legs clasp around his waist. Attempting to support her weight, his hands found her smooth back, relishing the delicate touch of every part of her soft skin. He felt the same raw hunger that he’d always experienced with her, something intoxicating to his soul that kept him coming back for more and more, an addiction of the best kind. Had he not found such fulfillment with her, the feelings that washed over him with her frankly would have scared him.

Happy-go-lucky, self-sufficient Stan. That’s how it had always been, or seemed, until he met Marie. When he made the disconcerting discovery as to just how much he truly needed another human being’s love and affection in his heart, it hit him like a ton of bricks. “Don’t be too quick to fall in love,” his father had warned with a wink, his final piece of advice before sending his son off to school. But what did his father know anyhow? The first time he’d seen Marie, she was aimlessly wandering around one of the numerous school parking lots at the university. He was walking along minding his own business when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. She walked here, she walked there, she walked everywhere around the parking lot as if she had not a single care in the world except what was being spoken into her ear. He later teased her that she looked like she was breathing fire. Utterly fascinated, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply watched her, mesmerized by her antics, and knew he was a “goner.”

He later learned she was having an argument with her cousin, a petty squabble about a misplaced lawn chair. It had been utter nonsense, though he didn’t dare tell her so at the time. It was her typical response when she was on the losing end of something – to pour on more bluster, and he strangely found it very sexy to watch, all the more so when he felt irresistibly drawn to her. Finally, feeling strength return to his legs, he moved from his position into the parking lot as she snapped her phone together with a flourish. She stood there, her brown eyes flaming with life amidst a flushed face, hands on her hips as if defying this calm approaching stranger to disagree with her. He also saw something more, his own body traitorously turning against him at a critical juncture. Just what he needed at a time like this! He’d long wondered if mini-skirts should be outlawed on account of the “distraction factor,” but growling under his breath, he now wondered if hemlines merely one inch above the knee should also be banished as well. Or was it two inches? He didn’t know, because her face commanded his attention, and his gaze had sharply whipped to hers as she spoke to him for the first time. Even still, he hadn’t forgotten those gorgeous, bronzed legs.

“Stanley, what are you laughing about now?” she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

“Ah, it’s nothing, Babe,” he chuckled, brushing it off. “You know what I wish I could have right now?”

“What’s that, Stan?”

“Oh, Stanley… if you had a twin, I… I think I’d want you both.”

“Two gorillas at the same time, eh?” Stan quipped, unable to resist the playful challenge. Marie tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar,” she teased, her voice husky. “But you know what, I really don’t care.” Drawing him closer, she felt his warm manhood tickle along her narrow landing strip. Drawing his face up so she could look him in the eye, she smiled. “Do you know how to use that thing, or did you miss the sign that said ‘insert here’?”

“I think I missed the sign, Hon. You didn’t exactly tattoo directions down there.”

“Well—”

“But I don’t think that’s what you need right now,” he cut her off, gently breaking the clasp of her legs, drawing a trail of kisses from her chin across her breasts, and then downward over her flat stomach, swirling a tongue in her belly button before continuing lower. He felt her hands tangling in his hair as he continued his journey, his lips nuzzling against the soft bristles of her pubic hair before continuing lower. Stopping, he simply sat on his knees, and admired her, remembering again their first meeting in the parking lot, when he’d instantly wondered where those pretty legs ended. He’d immediately rebuked himself for the thought at the time, but he knew the answer now – and it was a most lovely place.

Leaning in, he kissed her smooth vulva, her scent familiar and comforting. The small gesture immediately registered with her as she tossed her hair and looked down at him, a crooked smile on her face. “Why do we always choose to make love on hard objects, Stanley?” she drawled, her voice thick with arousal.

“Hmm?” Stanley’s voice rumbled in her ear. The very sound of her oft-times naughty voice made him pulsate with pleasure. He heard her giggle as she felt him twitch within her. Instinctively looking upward, Marie saw only the ceiling boards and groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see you in the mirror. I like watching your cute butt wiggle when you’re inside me.”

“I thought you would,” Marie giggled, pulling a small, mischievous smile. “I borrowed it from Lisa. I don’t know where she found this one, but she knows how to pick ‘em!” And then her voice softened, tinged with a playful challenge. “Are you ready to go again, lover?” He offered a slow, deliberate nod, unable to resist her pull. “Come undress me.”

Standing up, he shrugged free from his work clothes, the damp fabric clinging to his skin. As he approached her, sitting seductively on the edge of a weathered wooden desk, he felt an overwhelming surge of anticipation. Reaching behind her, he gently unsnapped her top, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. Tenderly peeling the fabric away, he set her exposed skin free to his gaze once again, breathing in the subtle scent of her perfume, a blend of wildflowers and something indefinably alluring. Subconsciously, he sniffed the discarded top, stopping when she giggled.

“You sniff everything, don’t you?” she teased, her eyes filled with amusement.

“I can’t help it,” Stan mumbled, admitting the truth. It was true; he did sniff everything – clothes, books, the upholstery of his new pickup truck, even the tool belt she’d given him for Christmas. The scent of her lingerie, coupled with her warmth, was an irresistible invitation.

“Does it smell like Lisa?” he asked, sniffing again.

He caught the familiar scent, a hint of her favorite rose perfume, and nodded. Unable to wait for him, Marie stepped out of the tight briefs, twirling them on her finger. “Gonna’ sniff these, too?” she asked, her gaze meeting his with a saucy grin. The idea of her wearing Lisa’s lingerie was a delicious turn-on, and she

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