The Cabin

Julie rolled me over while giggling. She somehow stayed with me, never letting me out. She placed her knees outside my legs. "Your turn," she stated seductively. She understood more than I realized. I no longer had to worry about hurting her. She was in control and I found it exhilarating. Her small breasts did a little dance as she rose and fell with a lot more force than I thought she could take. The whole time she was beaming her powder-blues into my eyes. She reached behind herself and massaged my scrotum while she continued her ride.

"I understand men like this," Julie smiled. The feeling was unexpected and wonderful.

"Oh, yes we do," I said in encouragement. My smile must have stretched across the room. Julie was a delicious ball of sexual desire. She went from art to pure fun without missing a beat. I reached up and put my hands over her breasts. They were so soft and it made her giggle when I played with the nipples. God, I felt like a teenager. I relished her newness.

Julie withdrew her hand from between my legs and leaned forward, never slowing her hips. "It's your turn to cum," she whispered in my ear. Her boldness surprised me and drove me closer to the edge. I felt her lips gently tug on my earlobe, followed by a warm, wet tongue. "Cum for me!" she demanded. I exploded. My insides were burning with pleasure as I emptied into her. She stroked my face. "Let it out, let it all out," she whispered lovingly as I arched into her. I didn't know how someone with no experience could drive me forward like an expert. I sighed and relaxed as I rolled down the mountain of joy. She caught me with her lips. Her soft, loving lips.

"You should have seen your face," Julie blurted out when I opened my eyes, " you looked so happy." She was obviously proud of herself. I had to give her that one.

"You made me very happy," I agreed. I cradled her face and gave her a quick kiss. We wore matching smiles as we lay there looking into each other's eyes. Julie was an enigma. A lovely, odd enigma. She rolled off me and cuddled close. She purred as I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so comfortable tucked in the nook of my arm. We stayed that way for a few minutes before I broke the peace. I wasn't sure why I did, but I knew I had been somewhat rude earlier and I didn't want to leave it that way.

"I didn't want to ruin their Christmas," I said softly while looking at the ceiling joists.

"Whose Christmas?" Julie asked.

"My sister's. You asked me why I wasn't spending Christmas with them," I continued with the truth, "she has a wonderful life and mine has been pretty crappy lately. I figured it would be a downer for her kids. She deserves good memories."

"I think you're giving me pretty good memories," Julie said as she snuggled closer.

"I can't do this with my sister," I laughed. I did have to admit to myself that Julie was also giving me some good memories.

"That's not what I meant," Julie said as she swatted me playfully, "they're your family and they are happier with you than without." There she goes again speaking like she knows them. She didn't make it sound like a general statement. It sounded like a known fact. I was not in total disagreement though. My self-loathing had gotten a bit harsh. Deadly harsh.

"I suppose you're right," I agreed. I was going to ask how she knew I had a sister, but I decided, for now, I was enjoying the mystery that was Julie. Maybe I would never ask. I would take her down the mountain tomorrow and reality would most likely separate us. I much preferred the innocent memories I had now. I pulled the quilt over the both of us when the sexual sweat receded. I knew I was covering a bit of a mess, but Julie was almost asleep and the mess didn't bother me. What you can't see just doesn't seem as bad. I closed my eyes and let the light from the crackling fire flicker across my eyelids. I felt comfortable in my skin for the first time in years. It wasn't long before I drifted off.

I woke shaking. It was cold. No, more than cold - it was freezing! I could see my breath. My heart pounded as the ramifications crashed in on me. I sat up and wrapped the quilt around me. Julie was already awake and shaking. She was wrapped in a blanket and was desperately trying to relight the fire. She was holding the match directly on one of the large logs. She had obviously never lit a fire before.

"You have to use scraps," I said as I rose and headed for the tinder box. Julie turned to me with a slightly blue-lipped smile. "You should have woken me," I stated warmly as I dug a handful of tinder out of the box.

"You looked so peaceful," she said with clattering teeth. I didn't go to the trouble to explain the danger we were in. Maybe it would pass and become moot. The cabin was pretty well insulated. It should have held a good portion of its heat through the night. If it was this cold in here now, it was deadly outside.

I showed Julie how to build a small airy structure with the tinder. I let her light it which brought a bit of joy to her and a few kisses my way. We had a blazing fire in about five minutes. I enjoyed watching her wiggle her blanket-covered butt at the flames. Her color returned quickly. Unfortunately, we only had six logs left inside. That meant a trip outside into the freezer. I decided to warm up first and maybe have a little breakfast.

I pulled the shutters open on the only window and cringed. A storm came through last night and the snow was an inch above the sill. Waist high snow and deadly cold made a trip down the mountain impossible. We were stuck and I knew what that could mean. I kept it to myself. My plans never included another and now I had to find a way to change those plans.

"Is it always this cold in the morning?" Julie asked while rubbing her legs. The question seemed strange for a mountain snowmobiler. Again, I held back a follow-up question that might screw up our rapport.

"No, a cold front came through last night," I answered as I shut the shutters. Might as well hold in as much heat as possible.

"Oh, I guess that comes with the snow," Julie added. I looked at her by the fire and then back at the window. The shutters blocked her view of the snow. Maybe she looked earlier, before I was awake. Why does everything she say seem so strange to me?

It took two hours to bring in three day's worth of logs. It was so damn cold, I had to work in small bursts. The first hour was spent digging a way to the log pile. It was only about twenty feet from the cabin, but the snow wasn't cooperating. It was that light fluffy stuff that would blow back at you with each shovelful. Winter was in full force and I wasn't prepared to make it 'til spring. I had to find a way to get Julie down the mountain.

I closed the door for good and hefted the last armload of wood onto the growing pile. "There's no way we would survive a trip down the mountain today," I said as cheerfully as possible. There was no point telling her the whole truth, especially if we could get a break in the weather that would allow me to ignore the issue entirely. The past week was unseasonably warm; therefore, a break was not a strong possibility.

"So, you're stuck in a cabin with me," Julie said with a lecherous smile, "what will you do?" Her hair was a mess, all bunched up in places from last night's activities. She was still wrapped in the coarse green blanket that she started the morning with. No makeup, just her as nature intended. She was, by far, the sexiest woman I had ever known. Her attitude was more exciting than I can put into words. To her, this was all new and exciting. It was in her voice and her sparkling powder-blue eyes. Angel eyes.

"No TV, no radio. We are going to have to find some way to entertain each other," I flirted with my voice. I removed my winter wear and placed it on the wall hooks. The cabin warmed up quickly after the door was closed for the day.

"It's so cold. How will we stay warm?" Julie let the blanket drop to the floor. She stood, framed by the raging fire, naked as a nymph, perfectly comfortable sharing herself with me. For the first time in years, I had no desire to die.

I moved toward her slowly, dropping my shirt and kicking off my shoes. She smiled at me and absently caressed her breast. How does someone so inexperienced, know exactly how to look so desirable? I knew the mystery made everything more intense, more powerful and so much more exciting. I wanted to see her in ecstasy again. I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Julie didn't move away from the fire. She let her hand drop from her breast and trail its way down her stomach and then, between her legs. I stepped out of my boxers with an erection that was twenty years younger.

"Body heat, that's the best way." I kept up the playful rhetoric as I moved closer. Julie's hand was active between her legs. Her mouth formed an 'O' as a finger disappeared between her folds. I almost stopped to see how far she would go. I thought better of it. Her skin on my skin, that was more enticing than any show she could put on. I moved in and met her full lips with mine. I placed my hand over hers, and followed her finger with mine. She moaned into the my mouth - a silky, soft sound that echoed deeply.

I brought Julie's hand to my mouth and tasted her glistening finger. She had an oily, sweet taste and the smell was a musky heaven. She smiled and tasted herself on my finger. I watched as she slowly pulled my finger through her lips. She wanted me watching, her exhibitionist side was so alluring. I took her to the couch and gently sat her down. I kneeled in front of her and caressed her thighs open. Her movements were hesitant at first, almost like she wasn't sure what her role was. That ended when I leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. "Oh," she said and leaned back into the cushions, "I think I'm going to like this." It almost sounded like she was narrating a movie - her inflections never quite matching the situation. I almost laughed because I was getting used to it, but held it in and let my lips nibble down her thigh.

I ran my fingers through the soft hairs above Julie's sex as my mouth neared its target. I felt a shiver run through her thigh as I neared its apex. "I know I'm going to like this, " Julie whispered. She placed her hands on the back of my head, combing her fingers through my hair. My lips met her moist nether lips. Again, I was surprised by how little it took to excite her. I drew my tongue along her opening, tasting the sweetness. Her involuntary cooing was pleasant motivation, increasing my arousal and my boldness. I gently opened her folds with my fingers and licked deeply, bringing out her smile and a lovely twitch between her legs. She tasted of summer, like sweet spring water warmed by the sun.

I found her clitoris with my tongue. My ears were treated to a seductive gasp and a halting moan as I tickled her nub with the flat of my tongue. Her hands were guiding my head, steering my tongue back to her little bud every time it strayed. I was trying to explore and lengthen the sensuality, but she was having none of it. I heard a small giggle as she again fought to bring my tongue to where she desired. It was a short game, I so wanted to please her and teasing was as torturous for me as for her. I attacked her tense love button with my tongue and drove a finger into her. Her hips lifted into my face as I massaged the roof of her channel, looking for the root of her bud while my tongue lashed at its head.

It was the first time I made a woman scream. The sound contained no pain or terror, just a loud echoing exaltation. My hand flooded with liquid as her body expelled itself in release. Julie's hands left my head and grabbed the couch cushions in a death grip as her mound vibrated violently. I struggled to stay with her, my tongue losing, then regaining, its focus. Each time I sent new waves through her body, she sent more baby moans to tickle my ears.

I continued the assault until Julie's hands forcibly pushed my head away. She was laughing when she squeezed her legs together to protect her sensitivity. I made a half-hearted attempt at diving back in. "Stop, stop. I surrender," Julie laughed. She pulled me up and devoured my lips with hers.

"What? Didn't you like that?" I playfully jested when I broke the kiss. I received a playful smack on the shoulder.

"You know I did," Julie responded, "at least until it tickled too much." She stroked the side of my head and gave me her powder-blues, "You were wonderful," she insisted, in earnest. I could never tire of her feeding my ego. I could hear the truth in her tone and see it in her eyes. I kissed her lips softly and ran my hand along her side.

"My turn!" Julie blurted out. Her timing was off again. Here I was in the middle of sharing a sensual moment and she explodes with unbridled enthusiasm. She pushed me onto my back on the couch and grabbed my erection. Boring she was not. "Let me know if I'm doing this right," she said before lowering her mouth over my crown and half way down the shaft. There wasn't any teasing or tension-building. Julie was all business. I felt her tongue swirling around the head when she went up and massaging the underside when she went back down. One hand was stroking the bottom of my shaft and the other was tickling my balls.

Julie looked up with her powder-blues, asking with her eyes if I was pleased. I groaned out a "perfect" and she smiled with her mouth full. She redoubled her efforts and I knew I wouldn't have much time to enjoy it. Her desire to please me far outweighed my control. I sucked in as she tried to take me deeper. I couldn't believe how much effort she was putting into what was obviously her first blow job. I started breathing heavily as I felt the familiar strain in my groin. I was moments away. "You're going to make me cum," I spit out, trying to warn her. I saw that half smile again as she tried to take me even deeper. I lost it. I groaned deeply and released in her mouth. Julie hummed a "mmmm" as she held me deep. I shot into her again, my insides all mushed up as my orgasm peaked. Her tongue felt like it was wrapping itself around my shaft as I finished a final time. Her movements slowed as I sighed and relaxed into the cushions.

Julie lovingly sucked on me as I came down. Her hands were caressing lightly now, almost to the point of tickling. She pulled her mouth to the tip. I almost jumped out of my skin when her tongue attacked the small slit. I saw revenge in her eyes as my nerves sent urgent messages to my brain. I laughed as I tried to pull away. She followed with more determination. I had to carefully lift her head away by force. "Whoa, that tickles," I sputtered between laughs.

"I see," she reasoned, "you mean it's not nice to do this?" I felt her finger run lightly across the top of my penis. I jumped and tried to tuck it between my legs.

"I learned my lesson," I pleaded while failing to hold back a smile. Triumphantly, she crawled over me and lay on top. Her breasts on my chest, her head comfortably on my shoulder.

"Did I do it right?" she asked, looking at me with her powder-blues.

"Absolutely wonderfully," I praised as I stroked her hair, "even your torture was exquisite." Julie smiled and tucked into me. I loved the feel of her breasts on my chest. I reached down and retrieved the blanket from the floor. I mummified us and we took a short, warm, sated nap.

It was three days later when I knew the weather wasn't going to break. We were locked up until spring. I loved those three days. We explored each other completely. At least, physically. I still knew nothing about her and I let little of myself out. Julie was excellent at blocking my obtuse attempts to gather information. I never pressed since her own attempts at my information were never pressed. One thing I could no longer hide, was the danger we were in. With no outside communication, the end I had planned was going to come to pass even if I no longer wished it.

"Julie," I started by looking at the floor. I wasn't good at breaking bad news. "We're in a bit of trouble here." A 'bit' was a bad choice. It should have been replaced by 'shit load,' but I wanted to break it as gently as possible. She looked up and drew my eyes with hers.

"What kind of trouble?" Julie asked with the strangest grin on her face. It looked like she knew what I was going to say. Again, her oddness got pushed front and center.

"We may not be able to leave until the spring thaw," I said while looking into her glorious eyes. They sparkled knowingly. "And we don't have enough supplies to make it until then." The truth was we would probably die in mid-January when we finished burning all the furniture. Way before we starved to death. I waited for the realization to sink in. I expected at least resignation if not outright tears. Maybe a wild attempt to find some unknown solution. I got none of those.

"You planned it well, Bill," Julie said without hesitation. I sat down in shock and looked at her. Had she figured it out or was she being sarcastic? Her expression didn't change, and she didn't move. She knew.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"Since you booked the trip in August," Julie stated. Again without inflection or change in expression. I felt a knot form in my throat.

"Who are you?" I asked haltingly, trying not to lose control. This time something changed. An aura glowed about her. It went from nonexistence to radiant, from nothing to a golden sheen. My eyes were watering as her beauty continued to increase.

"Your sister is coming," Julie said, "she got your letter early. She's been crying for three days while trying to find you." Tears began to flow and I had no way to stop them. "You better be nice, she's giving up her Christmas to come get you."

"How do you know all this?" I sobbed. Mary wasn't supposed to get the letter until March. Long after the firewood and food ran out. They say freezing to death was just like falling asleep.

"I've stretched all the rules," Julie said. Looking at her now was like looking into the sun. "My interference was more direct than normally allowed, but I wanted so much to know what it was like. Touching is so beautiful and oh, those feelings you gave me. I will cherish all of it for eternity."

I heard a distinct fast chopping sound echoing outside in the distance. I shielded my eyes. I could no longer look directly at her. "You're my guardian angel?" I asked. I knew of no other explanation. I was suddenly ashamed of myself in her presence. Laughter emanated like a sweet song across my soul.

"Angel, yes, but not yours," Julie sang, "my time is up. Your sister needs you - don't ever forget her love again, and remember you will always have mine." The cabin exploded in light. It was a few moments before I was able to see again. I was alone.

"Thank you!" I screamed, not knowing how far it needed to carry. I wasn't sure how she brought me back, but life was important again. My bad memories no longer clouded my mind. I was still capable of fun and, yes, love. I wanted more than a frozen end. I wanted a warm tomorrow.

The helicopter was getting closer. Mary would be pissed and I smiled at the thought. Thank God the letter arrived early. Or thank His angel, I reasoned. I quickly donned my boots and parka. I noticed the cabin contained no evidence Julie was ever there. Her clothes and parka were gone and even the evidence of her virginity was gone from the sheets. Maybe, I had gone insane. "Lock me up!" I shouted. It would be worth every moment.

I looked around the cabin. There was nothing worth taking. I still had three quarters of a case of Woodford. I smiled, thinking of the next person who rented the place. Probably a bunch of hunters come spring. It would be my Christmas present to them. I put on my gloves and headed out onto the mountain.