Story 8-The vacation
Jessie was concentrated on the drive ahead of her, driving down Highway 1 heading South to Big Sur. Traffic was heavy but steady and she was making good progress.
The family log cabin was there, situated in a wonderful, secluded area in the mountains. There was nothing but breathtaking views, clean air, the Pacific ocean and of course, the wildlife.
It was a good place to get away from the hectic pace of city life and just chill and recharge the batteries.
She was really looking forward to spending a few sunny days vacation at the cabin. It really was beautiful this time of year.
Feelings of excited trepidation made her tummy do tumble turns when she remembered why she was heading out to her “get- away.” She smiled again, feeling a little wicked
.
She’d never done anything like this before. She was actually going to meet “Steelhead,” her online lover and spouse, for the very first time.
That wasn’t his real name of course. It was Chad. Chad, a strong, sexy name, just like him or that’s what she imagined him to be like… God, she hoped he wasn’t a gnome or anything. She shook those worries away, no, they had met online, and had spent the last 12 months chatting, flirting and making incredible brain sex together.
To say the guy was hot was an understatement. He really seemed to know what make her tick.
Chad was heading north on Highway one. Not much further he thought, as he reached for his smokes on the center console.
Chad had spent most of the day on the road, now the sun was well over the Pacific and the shadows grew longer on the curves that hugged the rugged coastline. Chad kept his eye out for mile markers and did a mental countdown. “60 more and I meet Jessie.”
Jessie, also known as “Chipmunk,” had been online, one night, chatting, wasting time really.
She had a suggestive tagline on her profile “Let me steal your nuts’ ‘ It seemed appropriate considering her login name and he, Steelhead, had messaged her, ” Want to steal my head..? ”
The pick up had amused her, and was not the usual, “Hi, How are you?” and they had begun chatting. He’d asked her to dance and a beautiful friendship was born. Now, here they were 12 months down the line, arranging to meet at her cabin.
She smiled and groaned. She’d promised him a lap dance too, somehow, they’d got into a truth or dare game one night and they had agreed, if they were ever to meet, she would give him a special dance. He’d not forgotten that promise either! He’d been reminding her at every opportunity since agreeing to meet.
She turned left onto the familiar gravel road and began making her way slowly up the mountain road to the log cabin. She always loved to see it as she rounded the bend. The lovely burnt orange logwood walls, with dark brown decking, to sit and enjoy the summer evenings outside.
Flowered baskets were hung from hooks in the roof and the windows were big and framed the outside views of the magnificent mountains. It was her “home from home” and her piece of heaven.
She parked her car and fished out the keys from her bag.
The sun was shining and it was a lovely warm day. She breathed in the mountain air and enjoyed the moment as she felt the city expelling from her body. She opened up her beloved cabin and flung all the windows open.
She wasn’t sure what time Steelhead would arrive, but she wanted the place spick and span, a fire burning in the grey brick fireplace and clean sheets on the bed. She unloaded the car of food and essentials and set to work.
An hour or so later, she was happy the place was clean and welcoming. The coffee pot was on, on the stove and she was looking forward to a well earned mug of coffee and a shower. She looked through her CD’s and decided on ” You can leave your hat on ” for her dance routine, after all, it seemed to work ok in the movie ” Nine and a half weeks”.
“Oh God, what had she agreed to,” Jessie laughed nervously, and wondered if he’d guess this would be the first one she had ever done in real life.
She prepared the wood and lit the fire. It still got cool at night in the mountains and she wanted the place cosy for his arrival.
A welcoming glow soon filled the living room as it cackled a little before settling down.
She drained her coffee mug and went to shower and sort through her sexy lingerie.
Chad slowed down, this has to be it. Chad got out and walked up to the chained driveway. Sure enough, he saw the painted rock Jessie had told him to look for. Turning it over, he found the key and a note from Jessie. “Chad, lock the gate behind you and take care of the switchbacks. See ya soon xxxxxx Jessie ”
She was sitting drinking a coffee when she heard his car.
She was wearing her chosen sexy lingerie – red stockings and garters, and, matching lacy bra and panties underneath a red sleeveless mini dress that had a back zip from the neck to the base of her spine. She felt good, sexy, and her long black hair fell loosely down her back.
The tumble turned to her tummy, this was the moment of truth, gnome or no gnome. She heard the knock and quickly checked her appearance in the mirror, make up — good; clothing –hot girl; hair — silky and flowing. All good
She went to the door and heart racing she opened it. There, standing in the doorway was the most handsome man she had ever seen. A breathtaking Adonis, and not a gnome at all.
She stood and stared a moment and then realised he was holding a single red rose out for her,This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
” Hey Chipmunk , Want to steel my head?” That broke the ice and she laughed , took the rose, smelt it, and invited him inside.
” Come on in, Want a coffee? She asked him.
” Sure”, His deep voice was as sexy as he was. “Then I’ll go unload my car”
She placed the rose in a vase and poured the coffee in the mug and handed it to him.
He took a sip and then moved towards her, placing it on the side.
He embraced her and kissed her on the lips, deepening his kiss as he felt her respond to him. His tongue slowly invaded her mouth as his hands roamed her back, pulling her into him tipping her head back slightly.
Jessie kissed him back enjoying his skill and the promise of things to come.