Content Advisory: Erotic
January set her laptop up on the old farmhouse table and popped the top on a Diet Coke. After struggling with writer’s block for the last month, she decided to rent a cabin in the woods for some downtime and a little solitude. She packed a suitcase and called a local real estate agent. Locked into a two week rental agreement, she made herself at home.
She checked her email and paid some bills before deciding to try out the old claw tub in the master bathroom. She plugged the drain, added some lavender bath salts and filled the tub with steaming water. Lighting the candle on the vanity, she switched off the light. January pinned her hair up and stripped off her clothes. Sinking into the water, she leaned her head on the edge of the tub and closed her eyes.
Her fingertips skimmed the surface of the water and slipped over her nipples. She paused and rubbed the sensitive tips, instantly bringing them to hard, pink pebbles. Using her thumb and forefinger, she pinched one and tugged it lightly. The slow tickle melted and spread lower. Her blood rushed through her veins and her clit throbbed.
January let her knees fall apart. Her other hand dove under the water and found the source of her accelerated heartbeat. Teasing herself, she let her fingers wander over the smooth lips of her pussy. The ache in her clit proved to be too much for her to resist and she parted her folds to gain access.
She slid her middle finger inside and rested her thumb on her clit. She knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and she wanted to prolong it. Working her finger in and out, she thought about the hot guy she literally ran into at the grocery store earlier. He was tall with dark hair and nice, big hands. She imagined it was his finger sliding in and out and his thumb rubbing her clit in a circular pattern.
January draped her legs over the sides of the tub, dripping water on to the floor. Adding a second finger, she fucked herself faster. Her body arched and her hips rose upward against her hand, increasing the pressure on her clit. Her nipples tingled and she pinched and pulled at them harder.
Her swollen clit thumped beneath her thumb and she couldn’t hold back. She bit down on her lip and moaned. The orgasm overtook her and she grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from slipping under the water. Her fingers thrust deep into the slick confines of her pussy as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
Once her legs stopped shaking, she dried off and climbed into the four poster bed naked. The sheets caressed her skin and smelled of Ivory soap. Exhausted and sated, she slept.
January’s eyes fluttered open and she focused on the old bell clock sitting atop the night stand. 8:00 a.m. She slept a good, solid nine hours. She pulled a pair of rainbow knee socks up her legs and dressed in faded Levi’s and an old LSU sweat-shirt. Rolling her neck, she walked out to the kitchen. Coffee would be the first order of business for the day.
Stepping out onto the porch, she cradled the steaming mug between her palms. The higher climate added a chill to the air. The wind picked up and blew her blonde hair around her face. January smiled. This was the kind of place she could just simply be herself. No makeup, no fancy hair and nothing but comfortable clothes.
She spent the day exploring the woods surrounding the cabin. Nothing opened the mind like the sights and sounds and scents of nature. She came across a doe with her fawn just yards from the cabin. Halted by the sight, she watched the mother and daughter prance slowly away and disappear into the woods.
By nightfall, she built a fire in the hearth and settled on the couch to read. The small lamp beside the couch flickered and January sat up. The wind howled and the cabin creaked. The hair stood up on her neck as she made her way to the bay window and looked out. The trees swayed under the assault of the wind and rain.
She put another log into the fire and returned to her spot on the couch. She pulled the quilt off the back and covered her legs. The lamp flickered again and the cabin went dark but for the fire.
Well, fuck me.
Getting up, she walked to the kitchen and flipped the switch on the wall.
Nothing.
Using her phone for light, she looked over the rental agreement. She knew the property management office would be closed but there was an emergency number scribbled at the bottom. She dialed the number and waited. A generic voice mail greeting picked up and she left a message.
Grabbing the flashlight mounted next to the back door, she looked around for a breaker box, hoping it wasn’t outside but knowing it probably was. She opened the back door and stuck her head out. The box she was looking for hung on the back of the cabin about ten feet from where she now stood.
The rain had let up but the wind still blew as she made her way toward the box.
Slam!
The back door closed hard and she jumped. Shining the light into the box, all the switches were in the “ON” position and she tripped each to make sure. Nothing worked.
She walked back to the cabin and turned the knob on the back door.
Shit. The fucking door is locked.
“Really? Seriously?” she said to herself as the rain began to pour. “And, my god damn phone is inside on the kitchen counter. Fuck!”
January trudged around to the front porch and sat down on the wooden swing. Wet, cold and pissed, she buried her face in her hands and fought off the tears.
She didn’t know how long she sat there before she heard the hum of an engine and headlights lit up the porch. She watched the SUV pull up behind her car. When the man alighted, she saw the gold star on the door. A sheriff’s star.
Dressed in a police uniform, his hand rested on the butt of his gun as he approached the porch. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
“Yes. But in the last hour I’ve managed to have the crappiest luck one could possibly have. The power went out and I locked myself out in the rain. My phone and my car keys are inside.”
“That explains why you didn’t answer my call back.”
January looked up at his face. “What?”
His mouth curved into a crooked smile. “You called me about the power outage and I called you back.”
“I don’t understand.”
He pointed toward the door and trained his brown eyes on her. “This is my cabin. The management company didn’t tell me there was a woman up here alone or I would have come up and showed you where the generator is stowed.” He pulled out a ring of keys and opened the front door.
“Thank you.” January walked inside.
“You’re welcome, Miss…”
“James. January James. Please, call me, January.” She extended her hand and he shook it.
“Sean Nelson. You can call me, sir.”
January raised one eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
Sean laughed. “I’m kidding.”
January smiled. “Good thing.”
He put his hat and phone on the table. “I’ll be back in a minute. I need to go start the generator so we can get some lights on in here.”
She watched him walk out the back door and exhaled.
Sweet baby Jesus, he’s fine. The uniform, the gun, the handcuffs. Hot damn!
January walked into the bedroom and stripped off her wet shirt and sweatpants. The light in the bathroom flickered and came to life. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She would have to look like shit when she was alone in the woods with the hottest guy she’d seen in awhile.
She just slipped her arms into her bra when Sean appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. January pulled it against her chest.
“I…” His eyes widened and time seemed to stop for a moment. He quickly turned around. “Oh, God. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you were changing.”
January pulled a t-shirt over her head and slipped on a pair of shorts. “You’re fine. We’re both adults here. I should have closed the door. You can turn around now.”
Sean slowly turned around and kept his eyes down. “I’m sorry, again.” The light in the bathroom dimmed. “I wanted to explain how the generator works.”
January laughed.
He brought his glance up.
“You’re cute when you blush,” she said, putting her hand on her hip.
“I’m not blushing.”
“Oh, yes you are.” She crossed the room and grabbed his arm. “How about some coffee?”
“My shift is over, so that would be great. I wanted to stick around for a while to make sure the generator doesn’t die. It hasn’t been used in awhile.”
“Perfect,” she winked at him and walked to the kitchen, thinking how her generator hadn’t been used in awhile either.
Sean sat across the table from her and drank his coffee. January studied his face. She imagined how the light growth of his beard would feel scraping across her nipples and her body responded.
“So, what brings you up here all by yourself?”
“I needed a break from real life.”
“And, what is real life?” He kept eye contact while he talked to her.
“I’m an investigative writer.” She didn’t offer what it was she wrote about.
“That sounds very interesting.”
“It has its moments.”
“So, are you a reporter?”
She laughed. “Something like that.”
“Fair enough.” He stood up and took his cup to the sink. “Thank you for the coffee. I’m going to check on the generator and then head home.”
She followed him to the door. “Let me make you dinner to say thank you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I want to.” She gave him her sweetest smile.
“Well…I do have to come back tomorrow and refuel the generator if the power doesn’t come back on. What time did you have in mind?”
“How about six?”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you then.” He hesitated for a moment before he turned around.
She watched him walk down the stairs, admiring his ass.
January took the time to fix her hair and put on some makeup. She had gone to the store earlier and bought the fixings for a pot roast which sat in the oven nearly ready. A bottle of Cabernet and two wine glasses rested on the table.
She checked herself in the mirror as she buttoned her jeans and smoothed her sweater. She had a decent rack that filled out the knitted material well.
Hearing his car in the driveway, she turned the oven off and looked out the window. Sean wore jeans and a polo shirt and it took some effort to keep her mouth from dropping open. His light brown hair was cut short and his smile could stop traffic.
She pulled the door open. “Hey, there.”
He stepped inside and handed her a bouquet of flowers. “Hey, yourself. Something smells great. Besides you, of course.” He smiled.
“Thank you. Hope you like pot roast.” She found a vase under the sink for the flowers.
“One of my favorites.” He sat down at the table. “I heard the electricity was restored this morning.”
“Yes, it came back on around ten.”
“Good.”
“Did you work today?” she asked, while transferring the roast to a serving platter.
“I went in to catch up on some paperwork. Not much to do.”
“Well, that’s good. Would you open the wine, please?”
“Sure.”
January felt fairly certain that she drank most of the two bottles of wine. She really liked Sean. They shared good conversation and he said he liked her cooking. She put her hand out to him. “Come here.”
He gave her his hand and flashed that crooked smile that so quickly drove her crazy.
She turned on the iPod. “Dance with me, Sean.”
He moved closer, placing his hands on her hips and looking down at her.
She held on to his shoulders as they swayed slowly, not saying much.
He lowered his mouth to hers and nipped her lower lip.
She giggled.
He grinned. “You like that?”
“Yes. Do it again.”
Tangling his hand into her hair, he pulled her closer and kissed her softly. His other hand held her hip possessively.
Feeling his erection pressing against her stomach, January groaned. She ran her hands over his chest and snaked them around his back and down to his ass. She pushed herself against him tightly.
He cupped her breast, sliding his thumb over her nipple. They made it through one song before she dragged him to the bedroom.
Sean looked in her eyes as he lifted her sweater over her head and tugged her jeans off. Clad in just her panties, he gently laid her back on the bed before he disrobed.
January licked her lips as he climbed up between her legs. She caught a glimpse of his cock and her pussy already ached to have him inside her.
He kneaded her breasts and pinched her already hard nipples. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He closed his lips around one and sucked gently.
Arching her back, January gasped. The pull of his mouth on her breast instantly made her wet. “Oh, God.”
He moved from one to the other and back again before kissing up her chest and neck and, finally, he captured her mouth. He kissed her like it might be his last.
This is passion.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her legs wider. “Make love to me, Sean.”
“Oh, I intend to. But I’m going to take my time, darlin’.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple. “I want to savor you first.” He sat up and pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside.
January watched him kneeling between her thighs, admiring her pussy.
Sean stroked his cock before slipping it between her folds. He rubbed the tip at her entrance, coating it with her juices. He rubbed his hard cock over her clit, sliding it back and forth.
January grabbed the comforter, gathering it in her clenched fists. “I’m gonna come,” she whispered.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he knelt on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders. Using one hand, he spread her open.
The instant his lips closed around her clit, her body trembled.
He slipped a finger inside her and curled it upward, caressing her G-spot.
Her thighs clenched on his head and he held her ass as her body lifted off the bed and she panted. He sucked her clit until she couldn’t take anymore and she had to push his head away.
“My God,” she whimpered, touching her trembling thighs.
“I take it that was to your liking, Jan?” Sean smiled and scooted her back on the bed. He angled himself between her legs and rubbed his shaft against her slit. “Now, I’m going to make love to you.”
“Yes, please. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
“Look at me.” He kissed her neck and slowly pushed his cock into her.
She gasped and dug her nails into his biceps. If her pussy weren’t so wet, the friction may have caught her on fire.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” He lifted her legs, opening her more. He pushed harder until his balls touched her ass. He filled her completely.
“You’re so deep. It feels so good,” January whimpered.
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