Chapter 10
Jason Clausen, our lawyer, wanted to go right back to the Mercedes' dealership with Paula and me. Paula really wanted to be with her mom, but both Aileen and Sydney said all they had to do was go down to the police station. All Aileen had to do was sign a complaint and get her butt photographed and Sydney insisted that she would take good care of her. There wasn't any way either Paula or I was about to disagree, we knew better. Besides, the woman lawyer was going along with them, just in case they needed her, but following in her car. The cops took down my name and contact information in case they needed it, then we were free to go. Our lawyer insisted that I join him in his car and with Paula following us in her mom's car, we were out of there. I think the whole Volvo dealership was glad to see us go, but I think we left some very worried people behind.
"That did not go well." I sighed when I was alone with the lawyer.
"Oh, it could have been worse. I was very pleased at the way you handled it." Jason smiled. "Somehow, I imagined I was going to be walking into the OK Corral with dead and dying bodies all over. Your mother warned me that you felt quite protective of Paula and her mother, so I had somehow envisioned your cleaning house. Instead I found a man in police custody and everyone looking at you and Sydney with complete awe. Was it actually that little smidgen of a woman who knocked the accused man down?"
"Yep, one blow. I think she packs a helluva punch."
"Yeah." He snorted, glancing at me. "You have the most interesting friends. I suppose that Sydney is Aileen's special friend?"
"For now." I grinned. "Why, are you interested?"
"Oh no. Not another woman, not right now. I'm still getting over my last mistake." He shook his head vehemently. "I sincerely hope you have better luck with women than I do."
I couldn't help but agree with him. He'd been involved with five women in the five years I'd known him. At least he'd been lucky enough that none of his relationships had lasted long enough for him to get anywhere near the altar.
"However, about this SUV, you're sure it's what you want?"
"It's what Paula wants and suits our needs."
"But, is Paula the one you want?" Jason asked quietly.
"Enough that I'm willing to invest fifty grand, that's for sure." I grinned. "Don't ask me if it's forever, but it's for now. You know I'm pragmatic about money. It doesn't do me a damn bit of good unless I'm willing to use it. I this case, Mom wants me to buy a car that I don't really want and she wants me to have a woman. I picked the woman and I want her to choose the car that suits her so she'll be happy with it. In this case, the cost isn't a factor. Does that make sense?"
"It makes the most sense I've heard in a long time." He smiled. "I'm just telling you that when she signs that lease, the car is hers for the duration of the lease. The company is then stuck with paying for the car, no matter what happens between you and Paula."
"Just buy the damn car." I growled. "Don't jinx my relationship by being a penny pincher. If you don't want to buy the car through the company, I have my personal cheque book in my pocket."
"That's all I wanted to hear." He laughed softly. "For the weekend, I'll register the car to the company and insure it through them. We'll straighten out the lease and everything else next week to get it all in Paula's name."
"Good." I nodded.
"I spoke to Paula about the vehicle to get the details of what you were interested in and it seems the one you test drove is suitable. After that, I called the Mercedes dealership. They should have the SUV detailed about the time we get there. If you and Paula want to leave her mother's car there, I'll have them detail that and deliver it to Aileen's home address as soon as it's done. That way Paula can drive off in her new car and you can ride with her."
"So why did you put up the argument about buying the dang SUV in the first place?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, just getting to know you better." He smiled. "I have to admit sometimes you show a side that takes me completely by surprise. I like to know what my clients think and I've never found any classification that completely matches you."
"Oh, I change." I grinned. "Life would be boring otherwise."
Jason was quiet for a moment as if he were thinking, then he sighed. "At the moment, I'm not sure if you're telling me the truth or just trying to confuse me. If you are, you've succeeded."
"It was a smart aleck answer to a serious question. I do know that I'm changing, but it's only because life is changing around me and I'm adapting to it." I sighed as well. "Remember, I'm barely out of my teens. I'm still in University and I'm dealing with my first real love affair. I think change should be something you'd expect."
"CJ, from the moment I met you, you've never acted your age. You've always acted older than your calendar age, sometimes slightly naive, but never young." He sighed. "Well, here we are. And, there's your SUV, all polished up and ready for you. Now if you get Paula to pull her mother's car up to those doors over there, I'll go take care of the paper work."
I waved Paula over to the doors of the detailing area. After she parked, I explained what the lawyer had done and told her that I'd like her to have the SUV in her name, but that it was a lease, not an outright gift. Of course she had to ask questions and I simply shrugged my shoulders and told her it was a tax thing. Then she wanted to know why I'd had her park the car where it was and I told her about the lawyer's idea of having her mom's car detailed, then delivered to the house. She liked that idea and she liked the idea of taking the SUV home as well.
As we walked over to the SUV, the salesman we had been talking to came over toward us, but held back slightly. I looked at him and grinned.
"No hard feelings?" I asked.
"Oh no." He looked surprised, then broke into a smile. "Actually, you've made my day and perhaps my week. Next time you come in, I'll know who you are. You two made me realise that I need to go over the tech sheets on these cars and SUV's. It was a rather humbling experience to have a lady customer know more about the vehicle I was trying to sell than I did."
"Sorry about that." Paula actually blushed. "Perhaps we got carried away."
"Oh, I'm just glad all of my customers aren't as tough to sell to." He managed another smile. "I have your keys for you. Mr. Clausen is making all the arrangements with the manager, but I still get the credit for making the sale. Thank you, very much. We'll have your license plates and insurance details all ready for you in moments. Then you'll be able to drive away and enjoy your new SUV."
"And you're going to get Mom's car all cleaned up and delivered to the house too?" Paula asked quietly.
"Oh certainly. Mr. Clausen was quite adamant about that. That should be done in an hour or two." He smiled again and gestured toward the car where two young guys were already washing it. "See. It's a rush job."
Paula looked at him, then the young guys, and finally at me.
"Wow!" She sighed softly as another young guy came bustling out of the office with a set of license plates and an envelope with the insurance papers in it. "Umm, CJ, if we ever go out together to get another car, lets just let the lawyer handle it."
"If you need another car, just call me." The salesman laughed, handing her his card. "I'll make sure you get the best deal I can, no matter what make or model you ask for. I guarantee the purchase will be hassle free."
There was more chitchat, but we were off the lot in about twenty minutes and Paula was happily piloting her new SUV down the street on her way back to her house.
I waited until we were at a stop light before I mentioned the idea of all of us going up to my cabin for the rest of the weekend. I'm glad I did. She just turned and stared at me as if she was shocked by the idea. The light turned green and she was ignoring it until the guy behind us began to lay on his horn. She jerked as if she'd suddenly awakened from a dream. She moved the SUV then, driving through the intersection and up the street, whipping into the first parking space we came to and shutting off the engine, then turning to face me.
"Look, the idea would be a great one, but after today, Mom is going to want to let off steam and I think Sydney will too. I was going to warn you that they're probably going to act a bit wild and crazy. Do you think you can handle that at your cabin?"
"Actually, that sounds like one of the very best reasons for going up to the cabin." I grinned at her. "They don't do drugs or anything do they?"
"Well, not drugs, but they do drink. And they do act wild, as well. Being the only guy there, you'll be the center of attention."
"I really don't mind if they get drunk tonight. I'm not into fancy or anything, so the furniture there is heavy, solid stuff that will handle darn near anything. The whole place is private and built to last. They won't be the first drunks that I've had spend the night there. They can have the one loft to themselves at night and we can have the other one to ourselves. Once we're up in the lofts, we'll have relative privacy from them and the same for them from us. We do have to share a bathroom up there, but other than that it'll be like we're almost in two different homes."
"I don't understand." She looked at me quizzically.
"You will, when you see it." I grinned. "It's not exactly a standard house."
"Somehow I can imagine that." She smiled at me. "I suppose you built it yourself with logs from the property."
"No, actually, I traced down someone who builds log homes at a site of his own. Then he numbers the logs as he takes them apart and puts them back together again on your site. He used my design though; I insisted on that." I laughed. "I've made almost as much from him selling the plans to other people as the log package cost delivered to the site. The design for Mom's cabin has paid for itself and for Mary's cabin as well."
"Jeez, do you make money on everything?" She laughed with me.
"I do my best, but we're off the topic." I chortled. " I was talking about a weekend up at the cabin. I was thinking of having a barbeque tonight, then an evening of relaxing, maybe popcorn by the fire, that sort of thing. All I have up there at the cabin is some beer and a bit of wine, so I thought if your Mom and Sydney felt like picking up anything they might like to drink for tonight, they could do that. The food is my treat, because I have something special in mind. Tomorrow, we could have brunch, perhaps a light snack or two during the day, then dinner at Mom's tomorrow evening."
"I could call and ask."
"Would you mind? We'll need to think about hurrying a bit. We haven't eaten lunch yet."
She called them and they wanted to have a quick lunch at a restaurant, so we met them there. Aileen was still seething, so she and Sydney weren't hard to convince into agreeing to a relaxing weekend away from the city. They wanted to know what they needed to bring, so I laid out my idea of a simple relaxed weekend, explaining that the place was very private. When they asked about nudity, I laughed and said it didn't bother me, although I admitted that I'd probably react to their bare flesh.
"Oh man, are you asking to get teased?" Paula giggled.
"Not really." I grinned. "But, I thought I'd give them an excuse. Then they could have fun doing it and get it out of their system where my blushing wouldn't be so embarrassing to me. Besides, it'll mean I have three beautiful models to sketch for a whole day at no major expense"
That broke them all up.
"Just for that, I'm wearing clothing all weekend." Aileen grinned and winked at Sydney.
"Great, I wanted to sketch faces anyway." I grinned again. "If you're in clothes, I won't be quite as distracted."
"Mom, I'm starting to realize that there's no sense in trying to one up this guy. He's bound to win no matter what we do. He's already weighted the dice." Paula crowed in delight. "It doesn't matter what we do; he'll benefit somehow. Do you realise that his cabin and his Mom's are both being paid for by the guy who built them for him? CJ is getting paid a commission every time the builder uses his designs."
"Is that true?" Sydney asked?
"Umm hmm." I admitted it was the truth. "People are strange. Simply because my design isn't a little square box, they seem to fall in love with it. Mom thinks I should become an architect, but that would mean taking more years to get another degree. I just don't want to be bothered with all that falderal. Anyway, is everyone done with lunch? I'd like to get going."
"Gee. You're in a rush." Paula teased.
"Of course I am. I'm going to get to show off my pride and joy to new people."
That seemed to tickle them all, and they began to ask questions. I decided they had all the information they needed and fell silent on them, stubbornly refusing to answer any more questions. Of course that got Paula giggling. Surprisingly, it didn't make Aileen go stubborn as well. Instead she realised what was happening and convinced Sydney that they'd get answers sooner if they got moving. It wasn't long before their curiosity got them moving.
Paula and I zipped back to the McCrae house to be there when Aileen's car was delivered. Meanwhile, Sydney and Aileen rushed to Sydney's house for clothing and then to a liquor store to pick up the drinks they would want for the weekend.
I let Paula out at the house and used the SUV to run down to my favourite butcher's where I planned to pick up steaks, scallops and prawns. While I was there, I bought some Scottish cheese, Scottish sausage patties and had him slice up a half pound of his cured back bacon as well. I remembered at the last minute to ask if he had any fresh eggs and a pound of fresh butter. At the bakery, two doors down from the butcher's, I bought a dozen bagels and a dozen English crumpets. As well as I bought a loaf of light rye bread and I even remembered to get a dozen of their 'special' twelve-grain, oversized, hamburger buns.
I had one more stop to make, but since it was on the way to the cabin, I simply ran back to the McCrae house. I actually beat the guy who was delivering Aileen's washed, waxed, and very thoroughly cleaned car. They'd done a marvellous job of it. I pulled out my wallet and handed the guy a hundred-dollar bill, telling him to split it with the detailing crew as a thank you tip from me. I laughingly told him I'd be there to have them do my truck next week.
His eyes got huge and he started to ask a question, then his ride, who was another guy from the detailing crew, pulled into the driveway. He ran to hop into the other car, thanking me over his shoulder and waving the hundred-dollar bill at his buddy like it was a thousand.
I just grinned to myself as they sped off, wondering what they'd think if I did pull onto the Mercedes lot in my old beater, Billy-Bob.
Still chuckling, I carried the meat inside, just in case Sydney and Aileen were a while getting back to the house. I didn't want that lot to be spoiled by the warm temperature. Paula took one look at the bags I was carrying and asked if I was stocking up for a month. I admitted that I was stocking up a bit, but that I expected us to eat most of it that weekend. I didn't tell her that by volume, this was only half of what I was planning on buying to take out to the cabin.
She asked if I needed to run back to the residence. I laughed aloud, telling her that as far as I was concerned, I was heading home. Anything I needed was already there. Then she asked me what she should take along for herself.
"As much or as little as you want." I snorted. "Just make sure it's something you'll be comfortable in. Neither Mom nor I are much on formality at home. We like people to relax so they'll be themselves. Just remember, we live in cabins in the bush. If you plan on going outside at night, bring along a jacket and some jeans. Oh, and be sure you have some comfortable shoes that will stand up to walking. I favour tennis shoes or athletic shoes of some sort for my evening strolls, something that it won't hurt to get damp. The dew can be quite heavy. You might want a camera, people seem to like to take pictures of our pets."
"Your pets?"
"Yeah, when we're around the deer and squirrels and racoons, things like that seem to know and they come around for treats." I smiled. "Come to think of it, I'll be stopping at a vegetable stand on the way to the cabin. We can pick up some of their stale veggies cheap and some of their unsalted nuts for the squirrels too."
"I suppose there are birds by the dozen too, aren't there?"
"Oh, one or two, usually."
She just shook her head and hurried off after making room in the refrigerator for my bags of goodies.
It wasn't long before Aileen and Sydney were back. The first thing that happened was that Aileen saw her car and couldn't believe how good it looked. Then both she and Sydney had to look at the SUV, which was already Paula's pride and joy. She started telling them all about the various features and showing it off the instant that they approached it. I just sat down on their front stoop and let her have her fun. It took her at least fifteen minutes to show off all the features that she loved the most and I just sat there grinning.
"Look at him. He looks like a Cheshire cat, grinning at us." Aileen laughed, then headed toward me quickly.
I was wondering what was coming, but didn't expect her to plop herself on my lap and lay a sizzling kiss on my lips. "That's just for being a nice guy and letting my little girl have fun without interfering in any way. I have to admit, I'm really glad she met you, and I do apologise for being a bitch at times."
"Oh, you weren't so bad." I managed to say. "I have a temper too, remember?"
"Oh, I know." She smiled at me."You're anxious to get going, aren't you?"
"Mmm hmm, a bit. I have my reasons. But hey, Paula's having fun and I refuse to interfere."
"Mother, get off my man's lap." Paula came walking over and stood glaring at us in mock fury. "I just realised he needs a real special thank you from me."
Aileen hardly had time to move before my lap was again full of squirming, wriggling woman flesh and if Aileen's kiss had been hot, Paula's was even hotter. As I was recovering, Sydney leaned over and pulled me to my feet.
"You're in for quite a night, Sunshine." She promised, then suddenly I was being crushed in her arms and a third sizzling kiss was scorching my lips.
Damn, could those women kiss!
I felt like I'd been through the washer, then the drier, and then had been hung out to flap freely in a brisk wind. I wasn't sure what to expect next, but suddenly all three of them swung into action. Finally, we started packing up the SUV.
I swear that three women will pack along more stuff for an overnight stay than a man would need to pack to live in the bush for a month. I think if we could have gotten more into the SUV, they would have taken it. It was full! I just shook my head and laughed.
Finally, we were on our way. It was almost two in the afternoon and I knew we were going to get to the cabin before three so I started to relax the minute I turned off the highway. By the time I pulled into my favourite roadside vegetable stand, I was in a great mood and all three women seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Paula was just deliriously happy with the SUV and that served more than anything else to make Aileen relax.
I recommended that they each have an ice cream cone while we were there. The people who ran the place made a wonderful organic ice cream from locally produced dairy products and fruits. Telling them that it was one of the few low fat and low sugar treats that I preferred to ordinary ice cream products, I admitted that my favourite was Yogurt Strawberry which brought a funny look to Paula's face.
"Yogurt and Strawberry ice cream?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
I winked at the girl behind the counter and asked her if I could have a spoonful, promising to buy a half gallon of vanilla later and knowing that I'd enjoy the taste even if Paula didn't. Both Aileen and Paula looked at that spoonful of pink strawberry dessert as if it was going to bite them, but one taste later, Paula wanted a cone to take in the SUV when we left. Aileen wasn't as impressed, but she actually admitted that it was as good as or better than any other ice cream she could get. She just didn't like the combination of yogurt and strawberries.
While they stayed talking to the sales lady about ice creams, I moved off toward the vegetable area and began picking up the potatoes, the lettuce and the other veggies I needed. While I was in the store, I bought the milk and cream I wanted as well as a few small fruits. Then I paused at the back counter and talked to on of the clerks about getting a box of stale veggies as treats for the deer and my horses.
"I started picking them out when I saw you walk in CJ." She smiled. "I see you've got some new friends."
"Yeah. I hope you see those three often." I grinned proudly. "The pretty one is my girlfriend."
"CJ, they're all gorgeous." She laughed as she glanced over at them for a second.
"Yeah, but Paula is the most gorgeous." I laughed. "The other two are a bit older than I am. Besides, they're sort of close friends of each other."
"Ah, I see."
"The white-haired lady is Paula's mom."
"What do you think of her hair, CJ?"
"I think Paula will look great if that happens to her, if that's what you mean." I grinned, realising where she was leading me. "I know there's a good chance it will, I understand the genetics that causes it."
"I thought you might and I really expected that you'd still see her as beautiful. Have you known her long?"
"Only a short time, but it feels like forever in some ways." I chuckled happily, proud as a peacock.
"There you go, a whole box of goodies." She smiled. "Don't try to save it up. If you want more tomorrow, we're open in the afternoon for four hours."
"Well, I have to head into town for class, so this will have to do them for this weekend. What do I owe you?"
"Not a penny, my friend." She laughed. "It's just less compost to me; that whole box would probably become about a spoonful of compost and take a year getting there. Have a good weekend and pet one of your horses for me as payment. One day I'll drop in on you and collect a ride."
"Come up one day in the summer for a swim, swimsuits optional." I invited. "We can ride horse first and swim after. It's still a bit cool at this time of the year to go swimming."
She just waved at me and moved on to the next customer.
I finished off my selections, bought a half gallon of vanilla ice cream and paid for cones for the ladies as well. After that we were on our way again. Every time we left one road behind and turned onto another, the road became narrower and wound around trees, rocks and bushes. After one last winding stretch, we came to the gate to my place. Paula offered to unlock the gate and lock it behind us, so I let her do that. Then we slowly wound our way through the trees toward my cabin.
*
I have to admit that the view of the cabin as you wind down the hill toward it gives you a poor impression of the place. What you see is a log wall with two small windows on either side of the rock faced chimney of a fireplace. As you pull to a stop, you see a doorway and a small bathroom window on the main floor and two small windows on a second floor. Overall, the first impression of the cabin is definitely not impressive.
No one seems to realise that all they have seen is the north and west side of the cabin, which happens to be the direction that the worst of our weather comes from. No one seems to notice the roof, or the sky lights that I'd set in it to let in light, so they expect it to be dark and dank inside. As I've open the door for people to come inside and they've walked into a room that is brightly lit, I've often heard people gasp in surprise.
Paula didn't gasp; she squealed in delight. The sunlight coming through one of the skylights was hitting the debarked and urethaned log wall in front of us and reflecting a honey-coloured glow throughout the room. She almost danced her way inside, then turned and had her first view of the lake through the front windows. She squealed once more.
I turned to Aileen who seemed speechless and I grinned. "I think she likes it here."
"Who can blame her?" Sydney almost whispered. "Just look at this place; it's tiny, but it's gorgeous."
"Thank you. It's just the right size for me, but then I'm a bachelor. Right?"
"You're a bachelor with a girlfriend who loves your house." She snorted, pointing to Paula who had just found the kitchen and was now exclaiming about that in loud tones. "Hell, even I'm jealous and I live in one of the most expensive condos in the city. It's cost me close to two million bucks and it's not worth one tenth of what this place is, even on a good day."
I just shrugged. This was simply home to me and I wasn't planning on selling it.
Seeing Paula in my kitchen reminded me of the groceries that were baking in the SUV, which was parked in the bright sunlight. I hurried outside, grabbing the bags of meat and veggies first. Inside, I quickly emptied those bags into the refrigerator before turning, only to find Paula coming toward me, carrying the bag from the bakery.
"Sorry, Love. I lost my head for a minute; this place is so beautiful. I love it." She gave me a quick hug. "We wanted to check, but I expect Mom and Sydney get the bedroom at the top of the stair and we get the far one, right?"
"Unh huh." I nodded. "I guess we're a bit short of storage, huh?"
"A woman can always use more storage. I'm okay, but another dresser would be really nice."
"Well, if you want to help me get it later, there's an old dresser in the basement. I was planning to refinish it before using it, but we can bring it up now if you really need it."
"Oh, you silly man, not now. I meant in the future, when I bring more things up here." She spun away.
I was astounded at how fast they emptied that SUV. First everything was moved inside and I was told not to bother touching anything because they'd handle it. Handle it, they did; it seemed to just evaporate into thin air. Actually, I found that Sydney and Aileen had appropriated the main floor half bath for a lot of their things, leaving the upstairs bathroom relatively untouched for Paula and me. Inside of an hour they seemed to have found room for everything and all three of them disappeared upstairs to 'get out of their city clothes.' Meanwhile, I moved to the front deck to set up and clean the barbeque
When they came back downstairs to join me, my torment started.
*
First, Paula rejoined me and there was instantly no doubt in my mind that I was about to be teased. She was clothed, but she what was wearing left little to the imagination.
I'm sure that what she wore on her upper body and arms was something meant to be worn over a bra. It was diaphanous and made out of such sheer, gossamer material that its light blue shading hardly made a difference to the colour of her skin in those places where it touched her body. Since it fit her quite loosely, the slightest breeze was causing it to flutter and lift, sometimes literally baring a breast as it shaped itself tightly to her flesh, sometimes folding and temporarily almost hiding some feature or another of her marvellous physique. Those lovely breasts were unrestrained by any support and swung in sensuous arcs as she moved. Her nipples, now fully engorged and jutting proudly, caused small peaks in the material, then forced the ethereal fabric's draping form into a descending fold that drew the eye upward and back to the breast and the nipple again.
Below her waist she wore a tight fitting thong. Judging from the camel toe that was displayed, it must have been spandex or something similar, but fastened to that was more of the same vaporous textile as her top. That descended down each shapely limb to her trim ankles. As she moved between me and the sun, I realised that only her body and a hat with a huge floppy brim, that she wore on her head, were the only things casting an appreciable shadow on the deck.
As my eyes followed her movements, I watched a flush spread rapidly over her upper body to her face. She moved forward until her back was toward the house until she was leaned against a railing looking out at the lake. From this angle I was able to appreciate her lovely back and sexy figure slightly more than side on. The filmy cloth hardly broke the soft curve of her tight high butt cheeks and did more to emphasise and define rather than hide and disguise their wonderful symmetrical shape.
"Sydney bought this outfit for me on one of her trips to New York City earlier this year." She whispered softly so only I could hear her. "She insisted that I bring it along and wear it for you today."
I turned to face the lake myself, moving to her side and draping a hand over her shoulder.
"I think it's absolutely lovely." I whispered as well. "I admire her taste in clothing. I didn't think it was possible for you to look sexier in clothing than you do nude and after we've been making love, but this outfit almost succeeds. One day I should take some photos of you in it and do a painting to hang on the wall across from the bed. Then I'd have something to prove to myself how beautiful you really look when I don't have the real thing to look at."
"Eew, don't say things like that." She sighed softly. "I'm wearing a stupid tampon to keep from drooling all over this outfit now and when you say things like that it makes it worse. I won't be able to stay out here in the sun for long enough for you to take any pictures though or I'll be covered in freckles."
"I imagine Sydney and your mother have similar or even more outrageous outfits to wear as well?" I muttered quietly, bending down to kiss her earlobe.
"Umm hmm. I think we're supposed to take turns driving you crazy with lust." She whispered, then spun in my arms to stare into my eyes. "If it gets too bad, just let me know and I'll arrange for a little private time to give you relief."
She lifted to her tiptoes and her lips met mine. Then she kissed me, her tongue almost spearing into mine as it darted in between my scarcely opened lips. For a moment it hunted for my tonsils, then with a sigh, she pulled away.
"Dammit, lover, this is just too much, even for me." She moaned.
Dragging me by the hand, she raced inside and up the stairs. There was silence in the cabin. As she and I each grabbed a portion of the folding privacy curtain that hung at the end of our loft and whipped the two ends together, the sound of its sliding racketed through the open space of the cabin and announced our intentions. In an instant she was whipping that sexy outfit off and urging me to hurry to get out of my clothing as well. In actual fact, I didn't need any encouragement. Buttons from my shirt clattered to the floor, then I was working on undoing my jeans and pulling them downward.
Seconds later the queen-sized bed was being tested for strength as we struck the surface of the sheet in dual flying leaps. Only an instant later, she was apologising as she leaped up and raced to the bathroom, only to come flying back seconds later.
"Sorry, Lover. I forgot about the damn tampon." She moaned.
I managed to grin at her as I nodded to let her know I'd realised what the problem was, but I scarcely had time for that before I was rolled onto my back and she was straddling my thighs.
"It's not funny." She tried to sound grouchy, but even she was grinning as she lowered herself downward.
Then she was sighing as she slowly slid down and her hips met mine. Actually for all our hurry to get to bed, our lovemaking was slow and tender. Only for the last few moments were we hurried and that was as we both came to our mutual satisfaction within seconds of one another.