Seeley Lake

SEELEY LAKE

Teresa sat on the bearskin rug in front of the blazing fire, brushing her hair. She was encased in a big fluffy robe, long underwear, wool socks, and had a fleece blanket thrown across her lap but she was still cold. The air outside wasn’t below freezing but the inside of the cabin felt like a freezer. After she’d turned the furnace on and got a fire going in the fireplace, she’d changed out of her lighter clothes hoping to warm up.

Two hours later, Teresa woke feeling soft, tender kisses raining down on her face while her cheeks and neck were being caressed. Her eyes fluttered open to look into the soulful gaze of her lover, Mark who must have arrived sometime after she fell asleep in front of the fire.

“My very own sleeping princess,” Mark murmured. “Wonder if what they say In fairy tales is true?”

“Mmmmm, what’s that?

“That only a prince can wake a sleeping princess”

Are you saying you’re my prince?”

“For the weekend, I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Perfect. So where were we?” Teresa asked. “I’m still feeling sleepy.”

Teresa and Mark met online months earlier. After establishing a solid and sexy friendship over text, they’d finally arranged to meet to celebrate their shared birth date with an exotic weekend in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It was an amazing experience. Although neither expected for it to go beyond that first weekend, after returning home they had resumed texting. Planning another rendezvous seemed natural and they’d decided on a trip to Montana. Teresa had a friend who had a cabin at Seeley Lake near Missoula and Dianne had been happy to give permission for it to become the ideal location for a second “date.”

The forecast for the weekend had been for mild weather with warm days, cool evenings and cold nights but no snow. Teresa had flown into Great Falls the night before, renting a car for the two-hour drive to Seeley Lake. She planned to arrive ahead of Mark who was driving in from Spokane Washington where he had been for business. Mother Nature had kept her part of the bargain for Friday but the forecast for the weekend now included the possibility of an early winter snowstorm.

Mark resumed kissing Teresa, enjoying the feeling of her supple lips against his. They were softer than he remembered from their time in Cabo. He sensed her coming fully awake as she wound her arms around his neck in response to his kisses and caresses.

“You’re cold,” she whispered against his lips. “Get under the blanket.”

Without breaking the kiss, Mark shed his jacket then crawled under the blanket Teresa held open.

“Good idea, princess. My hands are freezing,” he said as he found Teresa’s warm skin under her long underwear.

Teresa squealed, “Oh my goddess...”

“Sorry Princess. Did I touch you here?” Mark asked as he replaced his cold fingers on her taut nipples with his warm mouth while moving his hands down across her stomach to find her core. His cool fingers buried in her hot pussy sent shivers down her spine while simultaneously creating tension inside that continued to build with the combined sensation of him sucking her tits and fingering her clit. Seconds later, Teresa climaxed.

Feeling triumphant, Mark changed the tempo of his finger thrusts to gentle caresses allowing Teresa a few seconds to catch her breath. When he sensed her breathing and heart rate had returned to normal, Mark sat up saying, “I took a quick look around while you were sleeping and noticed a hot tub on the back patio. I turned it on before I woke you. Let’s continue this there.”

Smiling, Teresa followed Mark out onto the patio. After discarding her clothing, she joined him in the bubbling hot tub. There was something orgasmic about the contrasting sensation of cold air combined with the heated water. Gravitating together, Teresa wrapped her legs around Mark’s waist and the two engaged in a passionate kiss.

After several minutes, the pair separated with Teresa turning in Mark’s lap so they were both looking out at the breathtaking scenery. Snowflakes swirled in the blowing wind giving the illusion of a just shaken winter snow globe.

“Different from the warm beach in Cabo,” Mark said.

“No less magickal though,” Teresa said in response. “I’m glad you made it in before the storm hit.”

“Me too. The roads were getting slick but I was determined to get here. If I was going to get stranded somewhere thanks to a snowstorm, it was going to be here. With you.”

Mark and Teresa sat in comfortable silence watching the snow. Teresa leaned back in Mark’s arms relishing in the feeling of being connected to someone who knew her better than almost anyone. Over the months of texting, they’d talked about all sorts of topics. No subject was off-limits although often one or the other promised the full story later when they had more time. Neither cared if those stories were ever actually told or not. No scorecard was kept and if the topic came up again, they’d address it then. These rendezvous were about sex, pure and simple. No ties and no regrets at the end of the trip. They both went home to their lives and whatever, whoever was there waiting for them.

“I’m turning into a prune,” Teresa said, showing Mark her wrinkled fingers. “I’m going to go in and take a shower. You’re welcome to join me.”

Mark smiled, “I’ll do that. Get started. I’ll get the hot tub covered and be right in.”

Teresa ran into the cabin and went into the bathroom to prepare the shower. She added a shower bomb that smelled of eucyleptus and lavender, put body wash on the shelf, and found two big fluffy towels for when they were finished. Then she turned the spout on, adjusted the temperature and stepped into the cascading stream of warm water. As the flow pelted her back, her muscles began to relax from the cold and she let out an audible sigh. She closed her eyes enjoying the mesmerizing touch of the water flowing across her skin.

As she turned to allow the water to warm her breasts, Mark silently entered the enclosure, slipping his hands around her waist and pulled her back against him. Then grabbing the bottle of body wash, he began to softly massage her breasts and stomach while nuzzling her neck. After a few minutes, his hand dipped to her mound where his fingers found her clitoris. Teresa began to shiver in spite of the hot water cascading down her body and her knees became jello as Mark pleasured her most intimate places. When she tried to turn, he held her in place.

“Enjoy Princess. I’ve got you,” Mark whispered.

Teresa gave herself to the sensations emanating from her body and rode the waves of pleasures until she climaxed.

After regaining her balance, Teresa turned in Mark’s arms and gazed up into his eyes. Wordlessly, she poured a small amount of the sweet smelling body wash on her hands, then stepped closer wrapping her arms around his body to spread the soap on his back and buttucks. Mark’s eyes closed as he enjoyed her ministrations. Released from his hypnotic gaze, Teresa was now able to focus on her mission. As she glided behind him, she continued to massage his back and shoulders using her stomach to caress his ass. After several minutes, Teresa moved down his body, washing each leg thoroughly, spending extra care at the back of his knees and inner thighs before moving in front of him to administer the same care to his upper torso.

Pushing him gently to the back of the shower enclosure for stability, Teresa now focused her attention on his swollen shaft begging for its share of consideration. Pouring a generous amount of soap in her hand, Teresa began by cupping his balls and gently washing each before moving to his manhood. There she began stroking from base to tip using a gentle yet firm swirling motion that made Mark’s knees momentarily buckle and caused him to moan with pleasure. Unable to resist, Teresa knelt in front of him and began to suck the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke.

Suddenly, seemingly without effort, Mark lifted her to her feet and pushed her up against the shower wall while he thrust his turgid cock into her smoldering pussy. Teresa had no option except to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he drove himself into her welcoming body time after time as they abandoned themselves to ecstasy.

The next morning, Teresa woke first, laying in bed enjoying the quiet warmth as well as the essence of the man who was still sleeping next to her. He had held her close all night, gently waking her more than once to satisfy a craving neither seemed to be able to satisfy. Teresa had always been a sensual person but sex with Mark was something she craved. As she watched him, she realized it wasn’t just the sex. It was the connection characterized by trust, transparency, and vulnerability that was rare between two people. There were no expectations and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Damn it. I refuse to get the feels for this man,” she muttered, quietly getting out of the bed to start the day.

An hour later, Mark joined her in the kitchen where she had fixed a smorgasbord of delights for breakfast. She had stopped at a grocery store on her way and picked up fresh fruit, eggs, sourdough bread, bacon, and other items that she knew were some of Mark’s favorites.

“I wondered where you disappeared to, Princess, until I smelled all these delicious smells and remembered our conversations about some of the food you like to make. This looks incredible. I’m starving!”

“Great, dig in while I get you a cup of coffee,” Teresa said.

“I knew you were a good cook but now I KNOW you’re a good cook,” Mark laughed after polishing off two muffins, a plateful of eggs and bacon, and several cups of coffee. “Looks like we got quite a bit of snow last night. I’m glad we both made it in before the roads were impassable. If it keeps snowing, we might be here all winter. Not that I’m complaining.”

Teresa smiled, “We’ll be out of food before spring.”

Mark looked at her quizzically, “What’s wrong Princess?”

“Well, I watched you sleeping this morning and I realized that I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?”

“Yep, I thought I could come on these exciting adventures, have a weekend full of sexual exploits and then walk away unscathed but I was wrong.”

When Mark started to talk, she shook her head, “Let me finish. I haven’t changed my mind. I still don’t want a relationship or any sort of commitment but I realize you are more important to me than I care to admit. I mean, I don’t cook my magick muffins for just anyone,” She joked trying to lighten the mood.

Mark stood up and took her in his arms, “You’re important to me too, Princess.”

The two stood quietly amid the mess she had created for a few minutes before she pulled away, “Let’s clean this up then go for a walk in the snow.”

Thirty minutes later, the pair bundled up in borrowed gear and headed out into the cold crisp winter air. Holding hands, they made their way through the freshly fallen snow down to the lakeshore where they stood with their arms around each other for warmth. The scenery was yet undisturbed, reminding them of a winter postcard.

Suddenly Mark let go of Teresa and took off running into the trees.

“Hey, where are you going?” Teresa yelled, regaining her balance after he abruptly moved away.

Mark answered by pelting her with snowballs.

Teresa screeched when the first ball hit her. With nowhere to take cover, she started running towards where Mark was hidden in the trees, stopping unexpectedly when the tree Mark was standing under suddenly shed the heavy snow blanketing its limbs covering him in millions of cold, wet, flakes.

“Serves you right,” she laughed as Mark danced around trying to get the snow out from where it had fallen against the bare skin on his neck and face.

“You think it’s funny?” Mark asked as he caught Teresa around the waist with a handful of snow in his glove.

“No. No. Please. No,”

“No?”

“No. Please,” still laughing Teresa turned in Mark’s arms trying to distract him with a kiss. In response, he returned the kiss while simultaneously plopping his handful of snow on top of her head resulting in her yelping and trying to escape his arms, but he held her captive. Together they fell on the snowy ground where Mark rolled onto his back pulling Teresa on top of him.

Teresa sat up, straddling his form, and smiled seductively. “Have you ever had sex in the snow?”

Without waiting for his response, Teresa removed her glove then reached down and unzipped the fly on his jeans. She began caressing his awakening cock through his underpants before gently freeing it. Mark sucked in his breath as the contrasting temperatures of her warm hand against his hot dick in contrast to the freezing air created a sensation he’d not experienced before. He had no idea what she had in mind, but he was game for just about anything that involved her loving his manhood.

For her part, Teresa couldn’t conceive of any way for them to have intercourse without her freezing her ass and she detested being cold. She determined this could go one of two ways. She could give him the ultimate blow job out in the elements, or she could cool things off by dowsing his dick in snow. Deciding oral sex would pan out best for both, she bent over his now engorged shaft and began licking the tip.

Understanding Teresa’s intent, Mark closed his eyes and buried his now ungloved hands in her hair encouraging her to take him further into her mouth. Teresa complied, swirling her tongue the length of his dick down to the base then back up to the tip. Slowly at first, then moving quicker she sucked, licked, and nipped, driving Mark to the pinnacle of excitement and he exploded in her mouth.

Later that afternoon, Teresa and Mark sat in the living room in comfortable silence working on their computers. Teresa was a writer. Her editor had sent her several changes the publisher had suggested before they were supposed to go to press in a couple weeks. She had learned that suggestions from the publisher were not merely ideas for changes but edicts if she wanted the book published. Some of the directives were simple while others forced her to completely rewrite portions of her stories.

Mark owned and operated a delivery company that specialized in servicing Amazon and it’s customers. His business operated seven days a week so he needed to be available to troubleshoot things should a problem arise. He had a crackerjack team in place but he liked to stay on top of all developments so he wasn’t blindsided with any surprises.

Breaking the silence, Mark said “Do you want to talk about what you said this morning?”

“Not really but I suppose we should. Look, I haven’t changed my mind. I still don’t want a relationship with you or anyone else, at least not a conventional one. I just realized this morning that I would be disheartened if you weren’t a part of my life. You’ve become one of my best friends, closest confidants.”

“I feel the same way Princess. I enjoy our time together and value our friendship. Being able to stay connected via text between salacious getaways works for me. If you need or want more, I understand but I’m not…”

“Whoa, I just said I haven’t changed my mind about that. There are no expectations and there won’t be. I was just feeling melancholy this morning. That’s it. Now, let’s put our computers away and get back to the business at hand this weekend which is being sexually obsessed with each other.”

Smiling Teresa, set aside her laptop, and crawled across the couch into Mark’s waiting lap where she untied his robe and began to feast on the warm, satiny skin underneath. Mark closed his computer and shifted his weight to give her more access to his body. Teresa started by kissing his stomach where she playfully dipped her tongue in his belly button then swirled it around flesh there before moving up to capture first his left nipple, then the right. Mark laid back against the arm of the couch, closed his eyes, and played absently with her hair as they enjoyed the sensations she was creating.

Teresa continued making her way up Mark’s body, stopping at his neck where she nuzzled and grazed the sensitive skin there, while lowering her core on to his awakened shaft. Mark’s surprised intake of breath served notice he hadn’t expected her to ride him quite that quickly but his hands on her hips guiding her movement provided evidence of his approval.

Locking eyes, the lovers moved together seductively with Mark heightening Teresa’s experience by fingering her clit. As they neared the pinnacle, he stayed their movement then without breaking their connection shifted their position so Teresa was on her laying on her side and he was kneeling half on the couch, half off. The new position gave him better access allowing him to plunge deeper into her core while still being able to stimulate her with his fingers. Each thrust caused ripples of pleasure to shoot through Teresa's veins like an electrical shock starting as a gentle tingling sensation that grew in intensity as his rhythm became more frenzied and they both reached the pinnacle together.

Mark pulled a blanket over their entwined bodies as they lay together recovering on the couch. Teresa slipped into a light sleep while he held her relaxed form and thought about their earlier conversation. He'd come to care deeply for Teresa. She was a strong, beautiful woman who in another lifetime he could have seen creating a life together with but not now and probably not ever. There were things he hadn't yet shared with her that could derail their friendship; skeletons better left in the closet than exposed. He knew that wasn't fair but he didn't want to lose her.

The rest of their weekend was full of fun, sex, and laughter. The end coming too soon for either of them. Sunday afternoon, after thoroughly cleaning the cabin, they climbed in their cars taking off to their respective locations. Teresa went to Great Falls. She was flying out early Monday morning to return to Phoenix. Mark was making a thirteen hour drive back to Denver. Their parting kiss had been wistful, almost desperate - Both wondering if this was the end...