Cabin Favor

Saturday, June 06, 2009

A long weekend has come and here we are traveling this mountain road. The rental car seems to big for the little we packed. Straight up all that can be seen is trunks that go up forever and fade into a blue. The lush greens blur as I glance out the window to catch all that is going by. My hand in yours they rest up against the center console. Cool air rush’s in threw the a/c vents but fresh from outside. Windows only up to avoid messing your hair. Seven Spanish Angels is softly playing in the background. The size of the boulders on the sides of the road, covered in moss, seem almost manufactured. To large to simply lay just to either side of the road to have not been made. On the black top, we follow just to the right of the yellow line that curves up and down the hills and just to the side of cliffs. Out of the tree line we enter an opening that’s clear to the other side. Grass that must be three foot high blows in the slight breeze. The conversations random but fun as the topics move from place to place. Some disagreements I win and you can only squeeze my hand and smile while gritting your teeth in frustration. Your completive side leads you to taunt me into other subtle competitions. But before any challenges may begin, mostly due to teasing over the rules of any game that’s brought up, we arrive at a stone gate. Turning onto the cobblestone road we make our way up a switchback path finally leading to the drive of our retreat. As I find our spot to leave our car and put it in park you lean in to kiss me. Your lips soft and warm on mine you whisper thank you. Backing up I wink and open the door to make my way to the trunk. After I retrieve our belongings we walk to the doors of the cabin that awaits us. Walking up to the rustic wood structure I push in my metal key and turn the lock. Your hand touch’s the door and you push it open. At the same time the large room is revealed to us. With its large river rock fire place just in front of an over stuffed bed. We enter to hear the clicking of our boots on the pine floor, smooth from years of wear. Dropping your purse on the comfy looking chair just inside the door you book it for the bed. Jumping up just before you hit it to land squarely with your face buried in the pillows. Even muffled I can still clearly hear you say how awesome this place is going to be all to ourselves for the weekend. I walk across the room to the French doors on the other side to let in some air into the stuffy room. Latches let loose and wide they swing. I see a huge patio that juts off the back and cantilevers off a cliff. Pine trees and oaks leave little room for the sky to poke through. To the edge I walked, slowly seeing the private lake that laid like a mirror made to reflect the sunset just for us. With its perfect impression of my world it begs for our bodies to ruffle its edges. Right there on the wood deck I start to peal off my cloths, first the shirt, then the boots, and the pants and draws fall together. Your still laying there in the feather bed enjoying the little you know of this magical place. Down some stairs carved out of the side of the rocks, I hustle down to a ledge that is fifteen foot or more above the glass top that waits below. Just as I am about to leap from the earth you shout down to stop me from my act. I turn to face you and you see the fullness of my nudity. My toes tipped on the end of the world I push back and up to flip. With only one slow rotation I barely make a splash as my nude body enters the cool water. You too make it to the edge as my face breaks the surface back to retrieve a breath. Still in your flip flops and sundress you jump feet first, material making fast up to reveal your unmentionables. Shrieks eco as you make the plunge into the drink. I duck under to great you before you can make your way up. Submerged I take your hand and pull us back to the fresh air. Treading water we kick with our feet as our eyes move very little at all, focused on one another. Going to the edge my toes find a steady rock to hold me up. To me you swim until your hands are upon my shoulders, and again we kiss. This time our tongues move and swirl as the water still streams down our faces. Letting yourself sink you struggle under the water and come up dress in hand. Tossing it to the shore you move quickly to discard your under things as well. Once we are even you come to me to make us whole. Total silence broken by the sounds of our heavy breathing and water sloshing between our flesh. Legs wrap my waist and your arms move to hold my head as you show you want to take me. My hands move across your back massaging your tensions away. My mouth moves to make you forget why they are there to begin with. The orange and reds of the sunset shine hard on the horizon and our shadows show as one. Completely soaked and yet I feel a new moisture surrounding me. Eyes closed tight I can see every inch of your body in my mind. The birds and crickets quiet to listen in on true love expressed. Hands take your hinds flesh and pull you up and never let you down, as we move vigorously. Unable to breath you mouth lets mine part. But your lips move quickly to my neck and begin to kiss and suck my skin. Your thighs tense and your muscles squeeze me while we are in the deep. My name leaves your lips and you ask me how. To me again you query about the ways of my pleasure. Yet no explanations as I just testify to my love for you and the way we feel together. Body shakes as I feel you unable to continue to go without my thrusts. My toes tingle and the feeling moves quickly to my everything. I know my time is coming soon as yours will be at the same. Then at once an outburst and a squeeze around my neck with your hand on the back of my head. I go up as you go down and we meet again in the middle of the lake.