Romance The Cabin Retreat

She woke up to the smell of coffee brewing, sausage frying, and shafts of golden sunlight streaming in bars across the bed. She couldn't remember how she got here. She was lying on an immense king size bed with a huge carved oak headboard. The comforter was a beautiful hand quilted design in muted reds, blues, and cream. When she sat up, she realized she was devoid of any clothing.

Still not yet recalling the series of events that led her here to this bedroom, she slid out of bed, pulling the cream coloured sheets with her. Wrapping her self in the warmth of the satin sheets she moved towards the bathroom, at least what she thought was the bathroom. Instead she came to a railing that overlooked the main floor of a rustic, yet fully furnished log cabin. She could see an awe inspiring vision of mountains, clouds, trees and a mirror smooth lake. Where she was, and what had happened to her crashed back into the forefront of her memory, the sensations overwhelming her, causing her to drop to her seat on the floor, reliving each sensuous moment.

Three weeks ago, Melissa had been in her downtown office furiously redrafting her latest column. She had gotten a new source on the congressman's finances just this morning, and after frantically tracking down the details had the scoop to finish off the rotten scoundrel for good.

Her editor had been leery of going after the politician because of the political machine in the city. Yet as Melissa had uncovered each layer of graft, swindle, and lies to the voting public, he had become more and more convinced of the story, only Melissa had to have incontrovertible fact before they would print anything. The editor didn't want the newspaper sued for libel, and wanted to protect young Melissa from ruining her career.

Minutes before the deadline, Melissa emailed a copy of her article to her editor, and sent a copy down to the presses. Slowly the stress of the frantic effort of the last two months was beginning to bleed off. The fact that she had finally caught the deviant at his own game was sinking in, and a sense of euphoria settled into her soul.

Melissa was one of the newest members to the reporting staff. Of medium height, auburn-brown hair that hung below her shoulders, a pair of legs shapely enough to cause men to break out in a sweat, and an ability to make people feel that what they told her was the most important secrets in the world made Melissa an overnight wonder in the newsroom. She ferreted out facts and secrets that most of the oldsters had given up on and unrecoverable.

The editor had taken to her quickly. Very much Lou Grant, to young Mary. While the most desirable single female in the entire paper, Melissa was devoutly single. She enjoyed men, and hoped to find the right one, but he hadn't shown up yet. Not that all the men in the paper hadn't tried.

Melissa was very focused on her work. She enjoyed the investigations. She knew how men and women alike responded to her. While she felt that her looks were adequate, she was very comfortable with her body. It was easy to tell that men desired her. If she wanted, she could have a bed partner anytime she wanted. But now wasn't the time.

Melissa's editor burst into her office the following morning with a shit-eating grin on her face. Melissa had quietly slipped out of the building yesterday and went home to celebrate on her own.

"My dear, you are the best!" Grabbing her in his infamous bear hug he swung her around the office. Finally setting her down, he kissed her soundly, and noisily on the lips, danced a jig, winked and with a knowing smile bounded back out the door.

Melissa sat down in a daze. She had done what she had set out to do. The paper had made her article the top story. The morning news had followed up on her story and were hounding the congressman to death. But the credit was all hers. And now it was all done. All the work, the effort, the hours scrounging up details, the tedious minutes listening to countless assistants bemoan the long hours and short pay to get to the information she needed. The constant worry that someone would squeal her investigation to the congressman, and him sending the goon squad after her. It was all over now.

The DA called and asked for copies of some of her notes so he could begin his investigation. Melissa was more then happy to comply, she had the box all ready and sent a messenger from the paper over with it.

Now what to do. The labours of the last months had seriously sapped at her stamina. Long hours, little sleep, and awful eating habits had depleted her stores of energy. While not an exercise freak, Melissa did enjoy hiking, climbing, and cycling and had maintained her body rather well, until she went after the congressman. Then the time just wasn't there.

Melissa's editor found her slumped in her chair after she missed the morning editorial roundup. Her color was off, her pulse week, and breath very shallow. Calling 911 he rushed her off to the hospital.

That evening the doctor broke the news. "Melissa you have run yourself too hard. Your body is screaming for rest. I can't allow you to go back to work. You need to go someplace quiet and just rest for a month. Then you come back in for a checkup and we'll see how you are then. But I mean rest, now work, no writing for the paper, no chasing down leads, no nothing. Just eat, sleep, soak up some sun, and some mild exercise." Nodding to her editor, the doctor left Melissa and him alone.

"Well dear, you gave us all a scare. Can't have our best reporter working herself to death now, can we." He smiled. Like the uncle she never had, he kissed her forehead. "I've got an idea of a project for you. Yes, I know the doc said no work, but I know you, you need a project to work on. When you get home, I'll come over and give you the details."

Later that week, he gave her the scoop. Paul Nielson was a political columnist that had retired two years ago. He had disappeared. The paper wanted to get him back on the staff. There had been some anonymous columns that had been emailed to the paper over the last months that could only have come from Nielson.

Melissa remembered a little about Nielson. A large man, dark hair, unruly beard, and smoked a pipe. Even in his office in the non-smoking newspaper building. Nielson had a terrible, legendary temper. Old Mrs. Grotrian had been the only secretary who could work with him. She was the only one he had ever shown any kindness to in 15 years at the paper. Melissa was suspicious of this assignment.

"The paper wants to protect our investment in you. The doc says you need to get some rest and get away. Well, rumor has it that Nielson has some cabin in Colorado somewhere up in the mountains. We will pay your expenses to find him, talk to him, and convince him to come back."

"You want me to seduce him, and bring him back like some prize, isn't that it." Melissa was angry. She had never used her body to get a story. She had been tempted to try once or twice, but only as an act of desperation, and even then she always found some other avenue to get the story. Now her editor was blatantly asking her to use her sex to lure some hotshot editorialist back into the writer's pen.

Two days later she found herself in Montana, at the head of a trail saying goodbye to the outfitters. Melissa was looking forward to the hike. The path mapped out for her were rated moderate, and while she had hiked more extreme trails, this would be just fine. She just couldn't understand how her editor had convinced her to go find this wunderkind Paul Nielson anyway.

Well, time waited for no woman, so settling her full pack onto her shoulders, she stepped off onto the trail. The late summer sun warmed her skin and brightened her spirits. She wondered now how she had let the desire of bringing down that wicked congressman had interfered with her need to be outdoors. Shaking her head, Melissa decided she would worry about all that later with her therapist and just enjoy where she was. This particular stretch of the Rocky Mountains had not been in Melissa's wanderings before. The colors of the trees were unlike anything she remembered. At her lunch break, Melissa calculated that it had been almost two years since she had taken any real vacation time.

"Well then we have some pleasures to make up for!" she declared to the nearby birds, startling them with her sudden exuberance. In a few moments she found a small, clear lake. The water was still warm from the sunshine, and Melissa felt a need to swim. Dropping her pack, she quickly shed her garments. The outfitters had said this was all private land, and few people outside of their outfit knew of these trails, so she felt she had the world to herself.

Slipping into the water completely naked, Melissa swam out to the middle of the lake. Realizing that the lake was fed by a hot spring, she swam over towards the spring. The warm waters soon smoothed out the soreness in her muscles from the days hike. After a good long soak, Melissa laid out on the grass to dry off in the sun.

It had been so long since she had so thoroughly enjoyed nature all to herself, Melissa felt a warmth in her belly that she had almost forgotten. Her nipples slowly hardened in the breeze. The sunlight danced over her flat stomach like the fingers of a lover. Running her hands through her hair to help the sun dry it, Melissa slowly massaged her hands down over her body. Kneading her breasts only made her nipples harder. A soft moan escaped from her lips and Melissa extended her fingers down her abdomen.

Encountering her pubic hair, Melissa closed her eyes and spread her thighs. Slowly extending her supple fingers around her thatch, she gently parted her vaginal folds. Amazed at how wet she already was, Melissa continued stroking her pubic skin, stretching out her nether lips, and lightly running a finger up and down her crack. As her breathing became more ragged, she slipped a finger just inside her pussy. Dipped it in and out again, her left hand came up and found her right nipple.

Squeezing her nipple, Melissa thrust first one, then two fingers deep into her love canal. The waves of pleasure were building up deep within her groin, soon her hips were heaving, her breath was coming in gasps as her breast bounced up and down and both hands were furiously pumping her crotch. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, yet she couldn't stop, something told her to keep going. All of a sudden her orgasm exploded in her pelvis. Sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, her back arched off the ground as a sudden stream of fluid gushed forth from her cunt. Thrusting her fingers back into her tightly clamping vaginal walls, she experiences another explosion of pleasure that thrummed throughout her entire body.

Cumming three or four more times, Melissa slowly settled back down to earth. She had never cum so hard in her life. In fact, now that she thought about it, this may have been the first true orgasm she had ever had. Melissa was not into masturbating. She didn't see anything wrong with it, but she hadn't ever gotten that much out of it before until now.

Standing up on rather shaky legs, she slipped back into the warm pool to wash up. Drying off she put her shirt and pants back on, but skipped the bra and panties. Her boots laced up, she set out for a few more hours.

The outfitters said that is should take two days to hike up to the cabin. They didn't know of a Paul Nielson, but Peter Woodward would know if there were any other recluses up this mountain. "Capt. Woodward owns this whole area anyway. He's your best bet for finding your man."

That night she set up camp in a small clearing of pine trees. Choosing to forgo the tent for the night air was very comfortable, Melissa slipped between the layers of her down sleeping bag and watcher her fire slowly burn down. As the red embers glowed, she thought about what had happened that afternoon. Slipping a hand between her legs she was again surprised to find the hair all damp. Melissa had always been comfortable with her sexuality, and enjoyed the fact that she was a female. Unlike her "liberated" female co-workers, Melissa had not been afraid to express her femininity.

But this was different. This was a side of her sex that she hadn't felt before. As she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts, she looked closely at her body. Cupping each breast in a hand she looked pleasantly at the hardening nipples.

While she had never been small busted, she wasn't extreme either, a very happy 38C, Melissa tweaked her nipples and smiled with pleasure. She had seen many of the office boys stare at her chest. In the starlight, she could appreciate their adoration. They were rather nice tits.

Switching her attention to her crotch, Melissa stroked her labia and pulled her pussy open. The pink folds fascinated her. As she caressed her pussy she could almost see it pulse back and forth in response to her touch. Then she reached up to find her clit. Unhooding the nub from the folds of her labia, she licked her finger and traced a circle around it. The sudden rush of pleasure stunned her. But it was too good to stop, laying her head back she gave her self over to exploring her sex. Her fingers probed and petted every fold and rise of her pussy.

Soon she was again thrusting her fingers deep into her vagina, building up the sensations towards another thundering climax. Unconsciously she brought her dripping fingers up to her mouth and sucked her cum off her fingers as she dreamily thought of what pleasure this was to lie out in the woods, completely naked and unbothered by the noisome world.

Determined to not get sidetracked, Melissa put aside her rising sexual excitement and focused on the hike before her. Because she wasn't as focused as she had intended to be, shortly after lunch, Melissa realized she wasn't on the right path anymore. The map she had been given by the outfitters was quite detailed, so she wasn't to concerned about getting lost. Her previous excursions had taught her well how to navigate her way through the woods. Deciding to take a round about way back to her objective, Melissa enjoyed another two days hiking the trails alone.

Only at night, when the dinner remains were cleaned up, did Melissa allow herself to further explore her new sexual sensations. Both nights she had masturbated herself to a wonderful climax, every time squirting out a copious amount of fluid. Yet the intense satisfaction and lingering euphoric state soothed Melissa's ragged spirit more than anything else. She was considering staying "lost" in the woods for quite awhile.

That next morning though, brought a change to her plans. The morning started out good enough, with a quick dip in the nearby stream and a quick but intense masturbation session, Melissa had continued towards the direction of Woodward's cabin, when the weather began to change. Over to the northwest the sky began to become ominously black. Thunderclouds built up to a towering height, and she could see lighting begin to play tag in the darkness.

Melissa started searching for some kind of shelter, as the winds picked up tossed leaves, debris, and dust all around her. Then the rain fell. Not a light drizzle, but an outrageous downpour. Slogging forward only in a desire to keep moving, Melissa soon lost all trace of directions. Crawling under a pile of bracken she decided to wait the storm out. Quickly becoming chilled, she pulled her rain parka tightly around her in an attempt to ward off anymore water seeping in.

After what seemed like hours, Melissa notice a strange light bobbing its way up the hillside. Through the downpour it was hard to tell what is was. Deciding that she was just seeing things, Melissa huddled deeper into her wet canvas poncho searching for a dry spot in the brambles.

Suddenly a dog barked just outside the bracken, startled and quite frightened, Melissa screeched in fear, then clamped her mouth shut. There was someone else out there with the dog. A large shadowy figure, hulking behind a raised hurricane lantern called out, "Missy? Missy? Yoohoo. Where are you Missy?"

Startled by a sudden crashing to her left, Melissa was unexpectedly nose to nose with a large black Labrador. Tail wagging, the dog licked her face from chin to hair line, and set up barking and wagging. Soon the dog was replaced by a huge hand.

"Come on little lady, let's get you somewhere dry and warm, hey," rumbled a deep, mirthful voice. Wriggling her way out of the brambles, Melissa found that the large hand was attached to the most intense light grey eyes she had ever seen.

The big man wrapped a fresh, dry, woolen blanket around her, rubbing it against her chilled skin.

"Cabin is just a mile over that next ridge, do you think you can make it?"

Her teeth chattering, Melissa nodded yes, and set off with the tall stranger. His dog would run ahead a dozen yards, then turn and dash back to the man. He kept up a constant, cheerful, monologue, describing each tree and hillock as if they were old friends.

"That tree over there, the large white pine. See the one with the claw marks on the trunk? Ya, that one there. That is where the old owl lives. Don't see him much during the day, but at night he comes out to hunt. Yep, sure enjoys himself a fresh rabbit he does." And so on.

It took almost 40 minutes to make their way back to the cabin in the rain. Once inside, the man took her pack from Melissa, and pushed her into the bathroom. There she found a pile of warmed towels and a hot bath already drawn in the tub. On the counter was an earthenware mug of steaming cider.

"Just leave your wet things on the floor," called the merry voice of the stranger. "There's clean, dry, clothes for you on the hamper." Melissa noticed the flannel shirt and blue jeans neatly folded on the hamper. Quickly shedding her wet garments, she slipped into the tub, sipped on the cider and soaked all the chills out of her bones.

Melissa dried her hair with a towel, wrapped it up, and put on the flannel shirt and jeans. They were obviously the man's clothes, but he had left a length of cord to tie the pants up with, and after rolling up the legs some, she felt rather comfortable. The clothing had a very pleasant smell to them. He must have a cedar line chest or closet, Melissa thought. There were even a pair of woolen socks that she slipped onto her feet.

Leaving her wet clothes on the floor, Melissa slipped out of the bathroom and looked about the cabin. It was much larger then she expected. The main floor was very open, the only separate room seemed to be the bathroom. The kitchen dominated one end of the cabin. A long wooden counter separated the kitchen from the rest of the house. There was a huge iron fireplace set into the middle of the floor. A long porch ran the length of the cabin opposite the kitchen. It was hard to tell during the storm, but the view out the widows of the porch seemed to over look a large lake. The ceiling rose over the second story, and a staircase along one wall led up to what appeared to be aloft. The furniture was all oak and pine, the walls were richly decorated with weavings, paintings and needlework. Though after a moments reflection, Melissa realized it was a man's touch in decorating, very tasteful, but still masculine.

"Come over and sit down, here's some hot stew to warm up what the tub couldn't reach." In the middle of the kitchen stood her rescuer. A big man, dark haired, trim beard. He had on a matching flannel shirt and dark jeans. Big red suspenders held up his jeans, that outlined a very tight, but firm looking ass. Melissa blushed at the thought, but didn't stop admiring the view.

Sitting down on the high chairs at the counter, the man put a large bowl of steaming stew in front of her. Filling her mug with more cider, he encouraged her to eat. The stew was marvelous. Large tender chunks of beef, in a thick gravy, with peas, carrots, onions, potatoes, and tangy spices. He placed a plate of huge biscuits next to her and got out some butter, honey, and some kind of jam. Not realizing how hungry she was, Melissa quietly but efficiently devoured the meal before her, not even noticing when he served her a second helping. While she ate, he cleaned up the kitchen humming a delightful little tune.

Realizing that she was being rude, Melissa finally slowed down to thank the man for his help.

"Say nothing of it, mon cherie." With that he took a deep dish apple pie out of the fridge and cut two large slices, serving them up before them. "Here, this is a good ending to the meal you have eaten. Then we can talk."

Melissa didn't think she had room for anymore, yet the first taste of the pie sold her. She would make room for this.

Smiling at her obvious pleasure, "it is nice for a chef to know that his creations are appreciated." Rumbling with laughter the man took his pie and cider over to the large couch before the fire.

Grabbing her mug, Melissa settled into the chair closest to the fire.

"Tell me then, Missy, How come you to be lost in my woods during a storm, eh?" The merriment in his eyes clicked something in Melissa's heart. Here was someone she could trust. Over the next two hours she told her whole tale of tracking down the congressman's errors, to her collapse in the office, to her assignment to find Paul Nielson. The only thing she didn't relate about her journey through the woods was her newfound sexual pleasure. While she felt she could trust this man, she wasn't going to tell him everything.

When she mentioned the name Paul Nielson, she noticed a cloud pace over her host's face. Her reporter instincts pricked at that. Obviously that name meant something to this big man, but now was not the time to persue such things.

Yawning hugely, Melissa asked where she was to sleep. The big man's eye's twinkled as he grinned, "Vell, Missy there is only one bed in this cabin..." As she started to worry, he laughed, "Ah, but I am too much the gentleman, up those stairs is the loft. I have laid out a night shirt for you. I will sleep down here. Artos, the dog, will sleep at the top of the stairs and protect you from any wandering giants." At the mention of his name, Artos bounded over to Melissa and put his huge head on her lap. Wagging his tail furiously, she petted his black head.

"Don't you worry, mon cherie. You get a good nights sleep, all will be well."

Climbing the stairs, Melissa realized she still didn't know her benefactor's name. Yet he had disappeared outside, so she made her way upstairs. The stair case was lined with bookshelves. The books were on a wide range of topics and genres. Most of the classics were there, as well as many modern masters. As would be expected there was a whole shelf of field guides and wood lore. One section seemed to be dedicated to the biographies of the presidents. Whoever he was, he was well read.

The entire loft was the bedroom. One wall had a smaller fireplace in it. To help the heating during the winter, Melissa assumed. There was a large armoire, bureau, and a stand mirror. An old steamer trunk stood at the foot of the bed. A large rocking chair stood near the balcony with an afghan thrown over the back. Charles Dicken's Great Expectations lay on the seat.

Slipping under the covers, Melissa drifted off into the best sleep she had had in weeks.

The following morning Melissa woke early. Climbing out of bed she didn't sense anyone else in the house. Artos was gone too. Descending the stairs she saw the storm had blown off, leaving the mountain in a misty fog. On the counter she found a mug and a note. "Gone for a walk with Artos. Help yourself to breakfast." Coffee stood on the stove, and a pot of oatmeal was warming on the back burner. Filling her mug, spooning a bowl full of oatmeal, Melissa took her breakfast out to the porch.

Looking down towards the lake she saw Artos running up and down the beach. The lake was only a hundred feet from the cabin. Lots of trees cast shade around the house. Eating her oatmeal, Melissa saw her host wander down to the water's edge. He slowly removed his shirt, boots, and when he started on his jeans, her heart began to flutter. That nice ace she had seen last night was bare before her. His strong back rippled with the movement of his muscles. Dropping his pants and underwear on the shore, the man strode out into the lake finally diving beneath the surface.

Melissa gasped for air. She had forgotten to breathe. Blushing furiously she dashed back into the kitchen to finish her breakfast. Quickly she showered, and got dressed in her own clothes.

When her host returned, she notice his hair was still damp from his swim. "Well," she asked, " What are our plans for today? Can you tell me how to find this Mr. Paul Nielson?" "No, that I can not do. I will not do." For once his very expressive face was closed. The glint in his eye was definitely anger. "Well, then, can you at least tell me your name?" inquired Melissa.

"Pardon, mon cherie," with a curt bow, "I am Captain Peter Woodward, at your service, and you?" The merry twinkle was back in his exquisite gray eyes.

"Melissa Grange. Miss Melissa Grange." Now why had she emphasized the Miss? What obscure fantasies were percolating in her brain?

"Ah, then I was correct. The outfitters had informed me a Ms. Grange was hiking inbound, but not why. When you didn't show up as expected, I saw the storm coming and went out to find you." "I didn't know they had forewarned you about my arrival." Melissa understood now how he had had every thing ready for her the night of the storm. "Well, I am on a mission to find Mr. Nielson, but if you can't help me out, I suppose I should just head back to the city." Melissa started to turn on the charm. She had gotten many a clothes mouthed policeman to tell her details that way, yet the Captain seemed impervious. He just nodded.

"If you wish. I do have a small cabin about a half mile from here. Your editor radioed yesterday to check on you. He mentioned something about you being on vacation? Not a mission?" While still reserved, the Captain had a slight smile on his face. "You are welcome to use it for as long as you like. The door locks, and Artos would be glad to go with you for company." Again that subtle hint at something nefarious, yet gentle, not ominous. "I was really hoping to find this man, but I could use a few days of rest too. This is such beautiful country. I'd be glad to take your offer, how much do you rent it out for?" Not wanting to take advantage of her host, Melissa got up to get her pack. "Non, mon cherie, it is not for rent. For my guests use only. I will help you over. It is stocked with a few days of canned food, so I will bring you some of the perishables myself, eh?"

So off they set. Once again, the Captain kept up a cherry account of stories of the hills, though he was quite willing to answer Melissa's questions.

After setting her up in the single room cabin, and charging Artos with her safety, the Captain left Melissa to her own devices. She had packed a few paperback books to read, and some writing tablets. But Melissa was in the mood to explore, so with Artos she set out to familiarize her self with her new surroundings.

That evening, after dark she set the bar and locked the door, and laughed to herself. Would the Captain try the door? Would he be disappointed it was locked? Would she?

When she crawled into the bed that night, she went without clothes. Soon she had lost herself in an intense sexual fantasy about herself and the Captain.

She rose early the next morning, and daring to go without clothes, ran down to the lake without a stitch of clothing and jumped in for a swim. Artos ran along with her. When she heard splashing from the shore did she remember that the Captain also went for an early morning swim. Quickly she swam under some low branches and hid as the Captain swam out from the shore. He must have been almost done for he climbed ashore. He too, was quite gloriously naked. Melissa hungrily watched as he whipped the water from his body and lay down on the grass to dry.

Melissa's eyes were glued to his manhood. It lay in a nest of curly hair there at the crest of his legs. As she watched, she was thrilled and mortified to see it stiffen. Had he seen her? Carefully she tried to exit the water without the Captain noticing, but she soon became mesmerized by the action going on between his legs.

As his penis began to harden the Captain and leisurely reached down and began to stroke his member. This quickly caused it to harden. He set up a gentle rhythm and Melissa couldn't help but rub her own essence in time with his strokes.

His other hand drifted over to a nipple and began rubbing it and pinching. His eyes were closed and soon the pumping of his hand was very rapid. Melissa could see drops of fluid on top of his rigid cock. Suddenly, he stopped, arched his back, and bursts of semen shot up from his cock. Melissa had three fingers worked deep into her pussy when he started cumming and she gasped with joy.

Quickly she work for her own release. After muffling her own rapturous pleasure, she watched as he walked back into the water to clean up, dress, and return to his cabin.

Melissa dashed back to her own cabin. What was she doing? She had never lusted after anyone like this in her life. Yet her she was in the middle of a sexual awaking and there was this glorious male cock so close, yet so far away. She was sure the Captain would be too much a gentleman to accede to a simple lustful coupling. Even Melissa couldn't see herself giving in to passion for just the sex. Her fantasies aside. This was an agonizing experience.

Over the next few days a pattern emerged. Either the Captain or Melissa would make it to the lake first. Whoever was late would hide in the shadows and watch. Melissa was usually the late comer and each morning the Captain would masturbate while she secretly watched. Then she made sure she was early one morning. As she swam she saw the Captain arrive, see her in the water, and step into the shadows. When he almost left, Melissa quickly stepped on shore. She lay down on her towel to dry and very carefully watched to see if he was still looking.

Seeing the Captain still standing in the dark trees, Melissa began to play with her breasts. She pulled on one nipple, then the other. The Captain seemed to be rather still. She then reached between her legs, and began playing with her clitoris. She had discovered the last few nights that she would come very quickly if she concentrated on her nub only. Quickly building to an orgasm, Melissa returned the show for the Captain, that she had enjoyed each morning.

Melissa heard a grunt from the trees. It was hard to tell, be she thought the Captain was enjoying himself too. Delving her fingers deep into her pussy she brought about her climax and heard the obvious sounds of a man cumming in the forest not far away.

After drying herself off, Melissa walked back to her cabin in the nude, enjoying the gray eyes that followed her each step of the way.

Later that day, Melissa decided to stop up at the Captain's cabin to visit. She had admired his book collection the one night she had stayed there, and was bored with paperback trash she had brought with her.

Knocking on the door, her heart fluttered. What would she do if he mentioned their early morning tryst? She had watched, and wondered if he knew she was peeking. Well time to brave the tiger she thought.

He opened the door in an apron covered with flour. "Ah, mon cherie, you have caught me on baking day all covered with flour. What a mess." "I, uh, was wondering if I could borrow a book to read?" stammered Melissa. This close to his male virility had stunned her senseless. She had forgotten how much better he looked close up. "Baking day? You bake?"

"Now who made that good food you ate up the night of the storm? Eh? I don't think even I could get a cook or maid to make the trek out to this location do you?" Again that twinkle in his eye told her he knew she had watched him after his morning swims.

"Come in dear, and help yourself," he continued, "I like the silence my mountain gives me, but I enjoy good conversation as well.

They spent the afternoon discussing books, chatting about the qualities of a good author and book. Melissa stayed for supper, a thoroughly delicious meal, that while it appeared simple, would have rivaled that of any five star restaurant back in the city.

Worried that she may have overstayed her welcome, even though she hoped for more from this wonderfully talented man, Melissa made her goodnights.

"Here is a book I think you might enjoy, mon cherie." The Captain handed Melissa a soft leather bound book that had no title on the spine or cover. "Wait till your back in the cabin to look at it dear. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Again that mischievous twinkle in his gray eyes that seemed to hint at something, yet Melissa wasn't quite ready to go that far.

The Captain escorted her to the door and bid her goodnight. Artos helped her find her way back to the small cabin. Once inside, she lit the lantern, slipped off her clothes and under the covers.

Opening the book, she found it to be a diary. A diary of a women's exploration of her own sexuality. It was quite explicit. Melissa was shocked. How would the Captain have gotten possession of such a book? Was it real, or a work of fiction? The Captain had obviously read the book for him to suggest it to her.

Melissa became fascinated with the development of the main character. Especially as some of her experience closely matched what Melissa herself was experiencing. Late, she finally put the book down, and went to sleep.

The following morning she was late to the lake, yet the Captain was not there yet. Swimming across the lake, Melissa worked out as hard as she could. When she was done, she noticed that the Captain still hadn't come down for his morning swim either. Had she missed him? Had he been too embarrassed by their morning trysts? Had she scared him off?

Returning to her cabin, she found a handwritten note posted on her door.

"Come to the main lodge tonight for dinner.

I have something special for you inside.

Please wear it this evening.

You are in my heart, Mon cherie."

Capt. Peter Woodward.

Inside the cabin she found a wrapped box. Inside was a simple summer dress in a light cream patterned silk. A demi-cup bra, size 38C, a white garter belt, white lace thong, and white stockings. All was of good quality and very tasteful. How had he known her size? Oh, he had dried her clothing after the storm. But still, this seemed a bit presumptuous. Until she remembered the last chapter she had read in the diary last night. There the woman had received the same gifts prior to a very sordid affair with a lusty man.

Melissa took extra special care when she dressed that evening. She carried her sandals with her as she made her way back to the main lodge. The Captain was waiting for her on the porch. He smiled, offered her a glass of white wine and invited her to sit on the swing.

"I am sure you are wondering how I got possession of such a diary as the one I lent you last night. It is my great aunt's diary. She gave it to my mother. I am an only child, so when my mother died, it came to me. I didn't know what it was when I first started to read it. I quickly realized it was intended for a young woman to read as she became aware of what she really was. I haven't shared it with anyone till you came.

"Come inside, dinner is ready and waiting. That's why I wasn't at the lake this morning. I had to hike into the outfitters for the mail, and some special items for tonight. I am sorry I missed you."

Melissa blushed furiously. So he had been aware of her presence at the lake each morning. He had masturbated for her to see, intentionally.

Dinner was as exquisite as any other meal he had prepared. There was a light salad, followed by a cold soup, then a pasta dish, complemented with a fruit plate. The main course was duck and an herb stuffing. During the entire meal, the Captain kept up a light and roving conversation that completely avoided all mention of sex, yet was intellectually stimulating. Melissa found that she was completely captivated by this man she was becoming to know.

Melissa cleared the table and began the dishes. The Captain worked along side her. Melissa turned to him, placed her hand on his chest, put a finger to his lips, "Please tell me about yourself. Over the last days I have told you most of my life, you have given me much to think about, but what I most want to know, is you. Tell me about yourself." "That, mon cherie, is a most difficult story. I may need some time to tell you, eh? But that is yet to come, don't worry, mon cherie, all will be clear in time."

He lead her out to the porch. The sounds of the birds and insects filled the night with a strange music. He lead her over to the double rocker in the corner. Sitting together, she felt as this is where she had always belonged. He lifted a hand to her chin, tilted her face towards his and lightly kissed her on the lips. She leaned yearningly into him. She parted her lips and invited his tongue into her mouth. He gently ran his tongue over her lips and teeth.

His hands rose and puller her shoulders closer to him. She slipped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his, reveling in the moment, the pure sensuality of the feelings coursing through her body. Every where his fingers touched sent sparks of electric energy through her. She pulled herself closer to the Captain and pressed her bosom against his chest.

The Captain stopped and looked her deep in the eyes for a long moment. "This can wait mon cherie. There is no need for us to rush. I -"

He never finished for she thrust her mouth over his, and pulled his hands over her breasts. She was inflamed and needed to have his touch burn the flames of sexual heat from her loins.

Keeping the passionate kiss going, he began to gently knead her breasts, feeling her nipples respond and extend. He loosened the ties of the dress and let it slip off her shoulders. Breaking their kiss, she nibbled on his neck and reached for the buttons of his shirt. She kissed each portion of skin revealed as she slowly removed his shirt from his torso.

Bare chest-ed he lifted her mouth back to his. She stroked her hands over his chest and rubbed her palm over his nipples as they too became hard and excited.

He reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders. Grasping the hem of her dress he lifted it up over her head. He then lent his head down to nuzzle her breasts, lightly nipping at her skin as she blushed clear down to her navel.

His hands slid down to her thighs and easily unfastened her stockings. He then got up and knelt in front of her and rolled the stockings from her perfect legs. He kneaded his hands gently into her thighs and ran his tongue over her exposed cleavage. Melissa couldn't keep her hands out of his hair, pulling him into her.

He reached up and pulled at her panties, and slid them forward. As her pussy was exposed, Melissa felt the first pulse of her quivering pussy shudder with his anticipated touch. Her panties were soaked. He lifted them up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. This time she understood the twinkle in his eyes as she lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pulled his mouth down to her core.

His tongue began to trace lazy circles around her labia. Never touching the inside, but setting up a warmth and tenderness that filled her with longing. Finally he began to nuzzle at the entrance of her vagina. Delving into her pussy with his tongue, he pushed in as deeply as he could. The warmth and wetness of his tongue buried deep in her sex drove Melissa to the edge. As she was about to cum he pulled back, and slowed down her heart.

Giving her a moment to restore her self, the Captain turned his attention to her clitoris. Again, using only his tongue he brought Melissa to the edge of a climax and then backed off, making her wait once again. The way his tongue worked at her pussy, Melissa was in ecstasy. He would spend time licking his way up and down her labia, and then dart his tongue inside her, then move up to her swollen clitoris, gently taking it into his mouth and sucking it. Then back to the labia, a dart inside, the clit, and a dart inside.​