Chapter 114

With the windows down her shirt was flapping in the breeze. She wiggled some and off it came! She put the shirt on the floor between us and rode along wearing only her seat belt and feeling the wind. The grin on her face was that of a young girl riding her first Ferris Wheel and loving it.

By early evening we were off the interstate and on the two lane roads that would take us to the resort. Monica was watching everything and asking questions often.

"How far are we from the lake? Is this the nearest big city? Do you have neighbors? What is growing there? What is that?"

It was like traveling with an excited child; an excited nude child with the body of a woman. Every time I looked over I got turned on.

After we left the last town I drove about three miles out of town to CR-26, the county road that went out to the lake. In the spring a sign was going up at this corner that would say, "Leaping Bass Resort 10 miles" with an arrow pointing down CR-26. When I turned Monica squirmed in her seat.

"Is this the road to the lake?"

"Yes. We'll be at the resort in ten miles."

She watched and I drove. We passed miles of trees growing right up to the edges of the road. Once in a while there was a break in the trees and she could see that in the distance were more trees and more mountains. Because most of the trees were pine the forest was still green.

At the proper moment the road turned and we were at the crest of the road in. As we turned with the road we could see into the valley and my new woman got her first look at the lake. We were about four miles from the lake and about 600 feet above it. It is surrounded by green forest and shines like a gem during the day. It was nearly dark when she first saw it and it looked more like a mirror than a lake.

As I drove down the road we kept getting looks at the lake through the forest. I heard a whisper from Monica that I didn't understand.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I was talking to myself." She said. "I live here."

"Is that OK with you?"

"Yes. But, as it is getting dark I'm starting to get cool. Should I get dressed?"

"Sure. That's a good idea."

She got up and turned to go into the back. I saw her put her hand to her pussy and she asked, "Taste?"

"Why yes, Thank you."

When her fingers were licked and sucked clean she went in the back and dressed. I noticed a wet spot on the towel where she had been sitting.

She moved the towel before resuming her seat. When she sat down we were going through the gate onto the resort. Half a mile later I parked in front of the lodge building.

"Would you like a tour of your new home?" I asked.

"No. I want a tour of your bed! You've had me juiced up and turned on all day. Now I want some fucking!"

I shut of the RV and met her at the front door of the lodge. I turned lights on as we entered and I apologized for the state of cleanliness or lack thereof.

"The bedroom, please."

I led the way. I had made the bed with clean sheets before I left, knowing I would want to drop into a clean bed when I returned. I had not known I wouldn't be dropping in alone. Monica stripped down and pulled open the bed in seconds. She opened herself to me and urged me to hurry. I did my best to do just that, and without falling on my ass. I made it.

She was wet all day and I had been semi-hard all day as well. Now it took seconds of her handiwork to have me all-the-way hard. She let go and pulled her legs up to her chest, opening her pussy for me like a flower. A wet flower. A feeling came over me that I think almost every man has experienced. I wanted at that moment to plunge myself into her as deep as possible as fast as possible. I wanted to touch my cock to her lips and slowly savor every millimeter of penetration until I was fully inside Monica's wetness. I started slow. It didn't last.

As soon as my head was inside Monica thrust her hips at me and I was buried all the way in. She gripped me tightly and I felt her muscles milking me. I held still feeling her muscles dancing and pulling at me for a few seconds and then she said, "Pound me! Fuck me hard please! Slam that wonderful cock into me!"

Pulling back was not easy. Monica's grip on my root was strong. I won. I pulled all the way out and then slid back in and stopped with an inch left outside. I stopped for less than a second and then slammed home. Monica arched her back and moaned. I repeated the process and repeated the process with her response being a variety of differing moans and two groans.

I wanted to increase the pace and did. I was pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in. I kept thinking, "long strokes, long strokes." I kept the long strokes as I felt my cum rising and when I came I didn't hold back at all. If there had been a neighbor within a mile they would have heard me.

I rolled to my side and Monica quickly turned and licked me clean. She sucked the remnants of my cum from me and then thanked me. We snuggled for a while and then as I was drifting towards sleep she asked, "May I have a little of the tour now?"

I got up and we did a mini-tour; just the lodge. I turned the heat on to take the chill off the place. We didn't dress. We brought in her suitcase and her bags of new clothes. She searched the kitchen and found some stuff for our dinner. She made dinner and brought a pad and pencil to the table with dinner. Her mind was going a mile a minute so I sat back, ate, and watched.

"How long will it take to get to town after it starts snowing?"

"According to Pete, the guy who lived here and according to his diary, it takes between three hours and all day to get to town in the winter. The county plows the road once a week and the feds plow once every couple of weeks. The feds have a fire lookout at the far end of the lake and they plow in with supplies every couple of weeks."

"That means we need to be able to live here without access to town for a month. That gives us a comfortable cushion in case there is something that snows us in for a while. Do you have a snowmobile?"

"No. The RV and a three year old pick up."

"It might be a good idea to have one in case we need to get out and the plow isn't working."

"I like how your mind works. I hadn't thought of either of those things. What else?"

"I need some new pots and pans and some kitchen supplies that regular markets don't carry. Is there a restaurant supply place within a hour or so?"

"I can find out, but not tonight."

We stayed up until almost midnight. We had three pages of lists of supplies and things we needed. We had three other pages of our new "To Do" list. As I noticed the clock was approaching midnight I grabbed my lady and took her back to my bed.

We snuggled and talked for a few more minutes and then fell asleep holding each other.