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Bridge Engineering: Part 1

BRIDGE ENGINEERING: PART 1 TWO BROKEN, SINGLE PARENTS FIND HEALING. Based on a post by Architect 23 94 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Architect2394/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/BridgeEngineering1.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/BridgeEngineering1.jpg] And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane. Children scurried about the school grounds with crisp back-to-school clothes and brightly colored backpacks not yet soiled and tattered from use. I winced internally as numerous mothers hugged their little ones, sent them into the building, and tearfully departed. My Elizabeth unfastened her seatbelt and eagerly fidgeted on the edge of the seat as we crept forward in line. Upon arrival at the designated unloading zone, Lizzie contorted herself over the center console and gave me a tight, all-consuming hug. "I love you Daddy!" she shouted as a volunteer parent opened the car door. And with that, she was gone in a flash. The volunteer and I just smiled at each other and shrugged our shoulders. In a repeat of years past, I drove away with a feeling of emptiness. Lizzie and I spent every minute of the summer together and I grew accustomed to her as my constant companion. It seemed like just yesterday that I dropped her off for the first day of preschool. Today it's third grade. How fast will the remaining years fly by before she leaves me all alone? I spent the day in a nearby coffee shop distractedly conducting business via email on my laptop. It wasn't rational, but somehow it felt better knowing I was only a couple minutes from the school, and from Lizzie. Time passed excruciatingly slow and I struggled to resist going to the school and being one of 'those' helicopter parents. Well, school ends at 2:50. I held out until 2:15. I was third in the line of vehicles waiting for pick-up and my eyes anxiously scanned the mass of children emerging from the school doors. It wasn't long before I spotted Lizzie joyfully skipping hand-in-hand with a girl I didn't recognize. She was rail thin, had a very lightly tanned skin tone, and towered above Lizzie. That wasn't too surprising since Lizzie took after her very petite mother and also barely made the birthday cutoff for her grade, but this girl was quite a bit taller than the average third grader. The girls zig-zagged as they skipped down the sidewalk with swinging arms and bouncing hair. Lizzie's straight and amber brown, her friend's a loose mass of dark curls. Lizzie spotted my Jeep and pointed it out to her friend. They hugged goodbye with Lizzie's arms around her friend's waist, and her friend's arms around Lizzie's head. I smiled at the height contrast and felt a sense of relief as Lizzie ran toward the Jeep. She climbed in and frantically began telling me everything about her day, a flood of words pouring from her mouth as if a damn holding them back had burst, "My teacher is Mrs. Pierpont and she is really nice and she has red hair. A boy named Alex sits next to me and he has shiny shoes. I had a hot dog for lunch and; and; and;” My heart felt comfort as she sat next to me and I heard the happiness in her voice. I needed her near me and to know that everything was ok. Lizzie had talked non-stop for 10 minutes and was still going as we headed toward home. The small-town streets gave way to a rural two-lane road as we headed out of town, and eventually the tires crunched along the gravel road leading to our house in the woods. It was the tranquil setting that I needed when Lizzie and I moved here 8 years ago. "; and I met a new friend. Her name is Toni, well it's really Antonia, but she wants to be called Toni. Kind of like my name is Elizabeth, but you call me Lizzie. She is really nice and really tall. She has a pet frog." I interrupted to ask, "Is that who you were skipping with after school?" "Yes, she in my class but she doesn't sit next to me. I met her when we were in line for lunch and we sat together. She brought a salad from home and bought a milk in the lunch line. She just moved here from somewhere else. Can I bring lunch from home tomorrow?" I patted her knee with my hand and said, "Of course, you can sweetie." as we parked in front of the house. It wasn't a large house but was plenty of space for the two of us. There was a great room, kitchen and half bathroom on the main level; two bedroom-bathroom suites and a loft space on the second level; and a semi-finished basement that I had been slowly working on for several years. It had all the modern technology and conveniences but was built with a rustic charm complementing its setting in the woods. We kicked our shoes off in the mudroom and Lizzie discarded her backpack into the coat cubby by the door. Lizzie, or more accurately, I, survived the first day of the school year. Only 179 more to go. GETTING IN A RHYTHM. Lizzie and I settled into the school year rhythm over the next couple weeks and I began to slowly let go of my separation anxiety. Every day, I dropped her off at school, worked from home, then picked her up from school. Evenings were filled with homework, dinner preparation, and some form of relaxing time together. Lizzie particularly enjoyed walking in the woods and making up imaginary games with sticks, leaves, rocks, or other things she would find along the way. The grand finale of her outdoor adventures was always spending some time on a rope swing that I had hung from a tall oak tree. Other nights we might occupy ourselves with board games, cards, or television as the mood struck us. At the end of every night, Lizzie would get ready for bed then we would spend about a half-hour talking and reading a book of her choice before turning off the lights. I also noticed another pattern forming in those first few weeks of school. Lizzie was talking more and more about her new friend, Toni. They waited for each other to arrive in the mornings before going into the school together and would always emerge side-by-side in the afternoons. They were quickly becoming inseparable and I was happy to see her form that kind of relationship. Like me, Lizzie had always been socially reserved with only a few limited friendships. I saw her reserved personality opening up more and more with Toni, so one evening when Lizzie asked if she could invite her to play at our house, I readily agreed. I wrote my name and cell phone number on a note pad before tearing it out and handing it to Lizzie, "Ask her to have her parents call me and we will see if we can setup a time to play." Lizzie squealed and bounced up and down in excitement. She continued bouncing all the way to the mudroom and safely deposited the note in her backpack. INTRODUCTIONS. It was a couple days later, mid-morning on Thursday, that I answered a call from a number I didn't recognize. Thinking it was likely a business call, I answered, "Hello, this is David." A friendly but hesitant female voice replied, "Hi, I'm Stefani, Toni's mom." "Hi Stefani. It's nice to meet you, well, over the phone at least. Lizzie has been so excited to play with Toni!" "Yes, I've heard a lot about Lizzie over the last couple weeks. Toni is excited too." I got down to details and asked, "When is Toni available?" "Would Saturday afternoon, maybe around 1:00, work for you?" "Yes, that would be just fine." Not knowing how many facts about our home life found its way to Toni's parents, I tried to be understanding of the fact that people can be cautious of sending their children, especially girls, to a single father's house. I tentatively asked, "Where would Toni be most comfortable? Lizzie would love for her to come here, or we are happy to meet at Triangle Park. Whatever works best for you." Stefani thought for a brief second, then replied, "Would you be comfortable dropping Lizzie off at our house for a couple hours?" I noticed that she said, "drop her off for a couple hours," which clearly meant I was not invited to stay. However, I didn't think much of it since a dad hanging around during a play date in someone else's house would be awkward at best. "Yes, I'm sure Lizzie would enjoy that." Stefani gave me the address, then we exchanged closing words and ended the call. I sat and reflected on the conversation for a few moments. It all seemed very normal. Stefani seemed "normal" and was pleasant enough, though I sensed a business-like tone in her voice. I shrugged it off thinking, "How much can you tell from a 2-minute phone call?" GETTING TOGETHER. I told Lizzie the news when I picked her up from school. She shrieked with excitement, did a little dance in her seat, and began counting the hours until 1:00 Saturday. She definitely got that over-enjoyment of simple things in life, and the dancing talent, from her mother! Saturday eventually arrived, although much too slowly for Lizzie's liking. After lunch, we hopped into the Jeep and rode into town with Lizzie impatiently fidgeting in the passenger seat the whole way. We pulled onto Depot Street near downtown and Lizzie helped me scan for the mailbox with the correct house number. I saw it from a distance and slowed down so she could have the discovery. "There it is! There it is! 2 1 5!" she screamed. I brought the Jeep to a stop in front of a small, well-kept bungalow style home with an impressive display of annual flowers by the front steps. As soon as we stopped, Toni burst out the front door and bounded down the porch steps in a single leap. Likewise, Lizzie unfastened her seatbelt and threw open the door in one fluid motion. They met midway across the yard in a full speed, shrieking embrace. I smiled at their innocent joy as I unbuckled my seatbelt and walked around the Jeep toward the house. As I did, the front door opened and a tall, slender lady stepped out onto the porch in bare feet, wearing fashionably weathered blue jeans and a buff color corded sweater. She appeared to be in her early 30s and looked like the identical, older version of Toni. She was maybe around 5 foot 10, tall and had the same slender build, with addition of modest womanly curves at her hips and chest. Her chiseled facial features and shoulder length dark curls were also a matured version of Toni's. I approached the porch and offered a cheery "Hello! I'm David, nice to meet you." She crossed her arms and somewhat coldly replied, "Hi David," then with a voice inflection that implied more of an assertion than a question said, "Would it be ok for you to pick Lizzie up at 3:00?" I sensed the invisible barrier she was erecting and halted my progress toward the porch. "Yes, that would be fine. I'll see you then." As I turned away to walk back to the Jeep, she flatly said, "Please don't be late." I didn't reply to her, but turned my attention to Lizzie and said loudly enough for my demander to hear, "Have fun girls! I'll be back Before 3:00 to pick you up Lizzie." While the lady on the porch didn't introduce herself, the voice matched Stefani's from our phone call a few days ago, and was equally business-like in demeanor. It's difficult to describe. She didn't project a mean or nasty personality that would have made me wary of leaving Lizzie, but she was definitely keeping her distance. The mystery of it piqued my curiosity and made me realize that, as much as Lizzie talked about Toni, she hadn't told me anything about her family. I ran a couple errands around town and returned to Lizzie's house at 2:50, ten minutes early. When I pulled up I saw numerous toys strewn across the front yard and heard playing voices and squeals coming from behind the house. Since I was early, I leisurely wandered the front yard picking up hula-hoops, jump ropes, a bicycle, and a few balls. As I deposited the last couple items into a neat pile next to the driveway, I heard Stefani's voice behind me softly say, "Thank you, you didn't need to do that." I turned to face her as she stood on the porch in the same jeans and sweater she had on earlier, "No worries. I was a little early and didn't want to intrude." With her arms crossed in front of her, Stefani somewhat timidly said, "Thank you for that too; for being early." Just then, the girls came running around the corner of the house screaming, "Spider! Spider! Spider!" I looked at Stefani, smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I corralled Lizzie and said, "It's time to go, is there anything you need to clean up?" Toni answered for her, "No, we just had toys out in the front yard. I'll put them in the garage." The girls pleaded for another play date as they hugged. Stefani simply answered, "We'll see." I gave a quick wave goodbye as Lizzie and I climbed in the Jeep and pulled away. DROP-OFFS AND PICK-UPS. Over the next few days, the pattern of school drop-offs and pick-ups with Lizzie and Toni as an inseparable pair continued, and Lizzie begged me relentlessly for another out-of-school play date with Toni. Given Stefani's tepid response at the end of the last play date, I was hesitant to initiate. However, Lizzie's continued insistence eventually wore me down and I made the phone call that Thursday. Stefani answered the phone with a simple, "Hello." "Hi Stefani. This is Lizzie's dad, David. How are you today?" She answered somewhat suspiciously, "I'm fine." After a second of not receiving any more of a response, I stumbled a bit with my words and added, "Uh, Lizzie would really like to get together with Toni again. I; I was just calling to see if you would be open to that." Stefani questioned sharply, "Why are you asking if I'm open to it?" I stumbled some more, "Uh; well; you sounded a little hesitant at the end of the last play date and; and I didn't want to be presumptuous about them getting together again." She coldly answered, "I'm fine with it." "Okay, good. It seems Lizzie and Toni are becoming fast friends." In an ever-so-slightly warmer tone of voice, Stefani asked, "When and where are you thinking?" "How about Saturday afternoon again? Wherever you would prefer is fine with us." "Yes, that works. Saturday afternoon at 3:00. How about our house again?" I replied, "Sounds good. We'll see you then." before we exchanged goodbyes. I ended the cell phone call and loudly exhaled my relief that the awkward conversation was over. BUILDING FRIENDSHIPS. The beginning of the second play date went much like the first; screaming girls happy to see each other, a cold reception from Stefani, and a firm directive to be there on-time to pick up Lizzie. It also ended similarly to the first play date. I arrived early, exchanged a few short words with Stefani, and gently guided Lizzie to the Jeep as the girls begged for more time together. This same routine became standard procedure over the next several weeks and a half dozen more play dates. The only change to the pattern occurred after the first few play dates, when Stefani and I began texting each other to make arrangements rather than talking on the phone. The texting suited me just fine as it avoided the awkwardness of our previous telephone conversations. Eventually, Lizzie started asking if Toni could come to our house to play. I avoided the subject as long as possible since I wasn't sure how Stefani would feel about Toni coming to a single father's house or, for that matter, even how much she knew about our family situation. After an especially persuasive appeal from Lizzie one afternoon, I caved and picked up my phone to text Stefani. I wasn't sure how to best approach the question and, after several re-writes, settled on a minimal and factual approach, "Hi Stefani. Lizzie would like to invite Toni over to our house for a play date." A couple hours later my phone buzzed with the simple reply, "Okay. When?" After a few exchanges of date options, we settled on that Thursday after school. Stefani offered to drop her off and I sent her our address. I told Lizzie the plan and she immediately began formulating a list of all the things they would do. The two activities that kept rising to the top were to show Toni her bedroom and play on a bridge that she and I had built over a small creek in the woods. It was a simple bridge made by spanning a couple logs from bank to bank, then covering them with old rough sawn slab wood for a walking surface that was about 6-feet wide. It wasn't much, but it was sufficient to occasionally get my small tractor to the other side of the creek and it was one of Lizzie's favorite spots in the world; running over it, throwing stones into the water, looking for crayfish, watching the squirrels and chipmunks, sliding on the frozen stream in the winter, etc. If the weather was nice, she would sometimes do her homework laying belly down on the bridge with her elbows propping up her upper body. It was also her spot of solace when she was sad or upset. She would sit on the edge swinging her feet below her until the surrounding woods healed whatever was bothering her. Eventually, she would meander her way back to the house in a much better mood than she left. She and I were a lot alike in that respect. It was the very reason I bought the property when we moved here, to get away from life and let nature heal some wounds. INSEPARABLE. Lizzie was positively giddy during the ride home from school on Thursday. She recapped the list of things she had planned to show and do with Toni. I reminded her to be a good host and do the things that Toni wants to do, though I suspected that would easily be worked out between the now inseparable friends. As Lizzie shed her backpack and shoes in the mudroom, she asked, "Can we make chocolate chip cookies before Toni gets here?" "Sure, I think we have all the ingredients. Start getting everything out." We had made cookies together enough that Lizzie knew where everything was located. She rushed around pulling ingredients, mixing bowls, and baking sheets out of the pantry. After confirming everything needed was present, Lizzie started measuring ingredients into the mixing bowl. I stood by to lend assistance when needed and occasionally clarify a fractional measurement or the difference between teaspoons and tablespoons. Other than a little incident with the flour, Lizzie did a great job mixing the cookie dough. Together, we spooned balls of dough onto baking sheets and put the first tray into the oven. Lizzie set the timer and I suggested she go clean the flour off her arms and face while they were baking. I cleaned errant flour from the countertop and floor while Lizzie washed up. Just as I finished and began to load the dirty bowls and mixing utensils into the dishwasher, the oven timer chimed and there was a knock at the front door almost simultaneously. Lizzie heard it and ran full speed to the door. I quickly dried my hands and hit the button to silence the chiming oven. Since the main level of our house was mostly one big, open space, I could see Lizzie open the door and embrace Toni, with Stefani standing close behind. I pulled an oven mitt over my hand and called, "Please come on in. I just need to pull cookies out of the oven." The girls came racing over to eagerly observe the fresh cookies. Stefani stood in the doorway obviously surveying the inside of the house. "Come on in, Stefani." I called again and, in an attempt to relax her, added, "Make yourself at home. I just need to switch these batches of cookies." She came inside, closed the door behind her, and tentatively took a few steps into the great room. The girls talked and watched as I removed the first tray of cookies from the oven and then inserted a second tray. Their impatience was obvious so I cautioned, "Let them cool for a couple minutes, then you can have one while they are still warm and gooey." Stefani had taken a few more steps toward the great room's floor-to-ceiling windows and continued to study the house and its contents. Seeing her silhouetted in front of the windows and forest beyond was quite striking. Her mass of loose curly hair pulled into a ponytail and carefully fed through the back closure of a Nike 'Just Do It' ball cap

Cabin of Temptation: Part 4

CABIN OF TEMPTATION: PART 4  DANCING WITH NATALIE. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation.jpg] Introduction: Cabin of Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Natalie asks Sam for some help to clear space so she can practice dancing. She has a couple routines to show him, and the last one really gets his attention. The house was still seemingly devoid of life when we returned. The two of us made our way to the kitchen to grab some real breakfast where we discovered Natalie had emerged. Her hair was a mess and she looked like a zombie while she slowly ate her bowl of yogurt at the counter. Her pink silk robe was on backwards and untied revealing her pajama shorts and dance academy t-shirt underneath. Morning sleepyhead, McKayla teased. Natalie grunted a greeting and asked, Where were you two? Hiking, I said, which got me an amused look from McKayla. I made a couple pieces of toast and a new cup of tea before declaring my need for a shower and exiting the kitchen. I didn t get very far before something on the wall caught my attention. It was a photograph of the McCarthy family, the kids on the couch and the parents behind. Alexis sat in the middle with her older and younger brother on either side. The older brother had a beard of red hair that made him look far older than the other two. The younger, one of my students just last year, looked like he could be Alexis s twin. Behind the three of them stood Mrs. McCarthy, their stepmom, a woman younger than me by a couple of years. She had a sweet smile on her face and her black hair was up in a braided design. The black dress she wore hinted at a tight body underneath. Mr. McCarthy appeared to be doing his best to blend in with the happy, smiling family in the photo. His face had a smile on it, but it was practiced and far from natural. He was bald and lacked any sort of facial hair and he towered over everyone else, the fact accentuated by his broad frame. As I studied the picture, snippets of conversation from the kitchen found their way to me. So how was your hike? Natalie asked. It was good, McKayla responded. We did it on the ridge. I heard the clanking of metal on ceramic as Natalie said, You bitch. McKayla laughed deviously, It s your own fault. I thought you were gonna sneak in there last night like a ninja. Silence stretched for a few seconds before Natalie said, Yeah, well, I didn t. I had a long class yesterday and ended up just going to bed. You could go join him in the shower, McKayla said. Please, bitch, Natalie said with a mouthful of yogurt, I m not so desperate for your sloppy seconds. She swallowed and went on, I ll get him later and make him forget you even exist. Good luck with that. I wandered off from the conversation and made my way up one of the side staircases. Alexis emerged from her room as I was walking down the hall, her hair held back by a headband. She wore a thick emerald robe, a white shirt, and a pink pair of panties. Thin rimmed glasses adorned her face. Good morning, I said. Morning, she mumbled back and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her and asked her how she slept. She yawned the word good and said she was off to get breakfast. We parted with a kiss and I walked upstairs. All I could think about while in the glass shower stall was how Natalie would make her move. It s funny how fast we can lose track of time. So much of our life in the day to day is regimented in some way, usually around work. This scheduling gives time a flow, it lets us we know when we eat and when we rest. When our lives lack that structure, time begins to become a foreign thing. We had no set schedule for our time at the cabin and that made Saturday morning disappear in an instant. McKayla and I had already hiked and had sex, but that was all before 9am and now it was somehow 1pm. I d spent the last few hours looking ahead at the next school year and knocking some stuff off my to-do list. Alexis had made it clear that I was part of this trip for a reason, but she had also expressed to me her concerns about their group growing apart as they went their separate ways for college. That made me decide to occasionally make myself scarce to let the five of them have their own time together. Hunger pulled me downstairs. I passed Alexis and McKayla playing a card game in the large family room, but the other three were nowhere to be seen. The kitchen was empty except for the evidence of hungry teens leaving their mess in the sink. I found some cold cuts and bread and made myself a sandwich, then I grabbed an apple and sliced it up to enjoy with a spoonful of peanut butter. It was far too beautiful a day to sit inside and eat, so I made my way to the deck to enjoy the sun. Turns out I was not the only one with that idea as Sydney was sitting on one of the lounge chairs with her guitar and a notebook. She held her pick between her teeth as she hunched over the guitar to write something in her notebook. She noticed me and smiled, closing the notebook and taking the pick from her mouth. Howdy, Mr. Holloway, she said. Hi there, I said as I gestured to the seat next to her. Mind if I sit? She nodded and I sank down into it. You know, I said as I loaded an apple slice with peanut butter, you don t have to call me Mr. Holloway anymore. You can call me Sam. I know, she said quietly, it s just hard to think of any of my teachers as anything but a teacher sometimes. I nodded. I get that, but I m a whole human being. I have a life outside of school. Her mouth fell open in mock surprise. You mean you don t just live at the school? You re not some robot that powers down when we re not there? Oh no, I laughed, you know my secret. The two of us enjoyed a chuckle. I ate a little bit and Sydney enjoyed the sun on her face with the guitar still on her lap. Bird songs chased away any silence. At some point, we heard Alexis exclaim something inside followed by uproarious laughter from McKayla. Were you working on something when I walked out here? I asked Sydney. I didn t mean to interrupt you. She shook her head, I needed a break anyway. What was it? Her face turned a shade of red and she gazed down at the ground, I was working on a song. I had seen Sydney with her guitar a few times around school. Almost every time it was her playing some song other people knew which usually caused an impromptu sing along. Sometimes I d see her playing some unknown riff and humming a beautiful melody, but words never accompanied them. I didn t know you wrote your own songs, I told her while leaning forward. She looked at me briefly and turned redder as she smiled. Um, yeah, I do. I ve never really played them for anyone else before though. I d love to hear one sometime. She turned so red for a moment that I thought she might be in danger, but I couldn t help but smile at her adorable reaction. Sydney was far more reserved than the other girls in so many ways. Even now, her shorts were a little big baggy and her shirt was almost a little too big, meaning the finer points of the shape of her body were a mystery. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders now as she almost never wore it up. Her hazel eyes were full of wit, but she was full of hesitation. I could always see that there was more going on than she could find the words for. How long have you been writing? I asked. A few years, she told me. It helps me get my thoughts in order. I nodded. I understand, I use writing for the same thing. She beamed at me and said, You do? Yeah, I grinned. Not as much in the last few years, but it s always been helpful to me. Sometimes things in our head seem so much bigger than they are until we can express them. She nodded without saying a word, her eyes fixed on me like I had just solved some sort of riddle. She held her guitar a little bit closer to her body. There s a lot I can say in song that I can t say out loud, she admitted. Maybe sharing those songs will help people understand too, I said. They ll let people know what s going on in your soul. Not everyone can just say whatever comes to their head like McKayla. That made her smile. She strummed an empty chord while I finished off my sandwich. My thoughts turned to what McKayla had said this morning about how Sydney wasn t the kind of girl to take part in their agreed upon activities this week. I would never pressure Sydney into sex, though I would be lying if I said I wasn t disappointed that I wouldn t get to know what she looks like naked as well. I decided not to bring it up as I didn t want her to feel like I was expecting it. Our silence was interrupted by Natalie appearing in the doorway, calling for me. Hey Mr.- Uh, Sam. Could you help me with something real quick? I looked to Sydney who seemed to be focusing on finding a chord and I nodded to Natalie. I ll see you later, I told Sydney. She smiled back and waved. What s up? I asked Natalie once we were inside. I need help moving something, she told me as we made our way to the third floor den. Once there, she pointed to the pool table and said, That. I looked incredulously at her and asked why. She explained that she needed space to practice the dance routine she would be teaching the advanced class at her academy starting next week. There was a lot of room around the pool table, but it was still an 800 pound object. I suggested we get McKayla to help, but Natalie said that wouldn t be necessary. I can move it a little on my own, she said, I just need someone to help shift it on the other side as well. I figured part of the reason why Nat refused to ask her for additional help was because McKayla had beaten her to the punch and had sex with me first. Spite was a powerful motivator for Natalie, even when it made her get in her own way. I sighed and moved to the opposite side of the table. I watched Natalie squat low, make a sound of great effort, and then shift the table a bit to the left. I followed, shifting it to the right from my perspective. It didn t take long for us to move it, but we both had sweat stained brows by the time we were done. Many thanks, she said as she slapped the table in victory. Do you want to see the routine? Sure, I said, walking over to the leather couch in the room and taking a seat. Natalie found the plug in for the sound system and hooked up her phone. She searched for the track and then moved to the middle of the now open space. There was a large mirror on the wall she faced and another floor length one she must have brought in from another room. I watched her take a moment to center herself, adjusting her sweats around her waist. There was no denying Natalie s grace. Her lithe form made it obvious that she knew how to move, and on top of that she seemed to always be moving to some beat that no one else could hear. There were a few times at school dances when it seemed like all eyes would fall on her due to the fact that she would sometimes find a groove and bust out a routine. She always got applause and laughed it off. As she started dancing, I saw her come alive in a way I never had before. Her first move was a jump forward as the song kicked in and then she never stopped moving. Her feet and hips were in constant motion, her hands tracing intricate patterns in the air only she could see. At one point I watched her turn and saw a glimpse of her face. It was full of determination and focus, yet she seemed as light as a feather. I knew then that this was where Natalie was truly herself. I was so mesmerized by her movements that I was surprised when she stopped. She turned towards me, bouncing on her heels. What did you think? She asked, barely even out of breath. That was incredible, I said. She gave me a wink and a thank you. I messed up a couple of parts, so there s still work to do. I didn t even notice, I told her. Mind if I run through it again? She asked. Of course I didn t mind. I sat back and watched the show a second time, further enraptured by her. It was like the poppy beat was telling her when to move and where to go. I knew it was all choreographed movements based on the music, but she made it seem like it was all happening in the moment, like she was just discovering it. I had never seen anyone move like her before. The music stopped and she smiled at me again, this time a little more out of breath. She wiped a little bit of sweat off her brow and took a drink of water. I complimented her further and she tried to play it like it was no big deal. Do you want to see one of my favorite routines? She asked. Absolutely, I said immediately. She took her headband off and let her jet black hair fall loose. Her back was facing me as she searched for the track on her phone. She found it, pressed play, and set the phone down. A steady beat began to play and Natalie moved her hips in time with it like a pendulum. I recognized The Weekend as he began to sing, but didn t know the song. Once his voice started, Natalie turned towards me, her hips still swinging. She ran her hands along her body and looked at me with a playful gaze. The space between us was quickly traversed by her with a leap down onto her knees before me. I realized how turned on watching her dance had made me already and now desire was my reason for being totally transfixed. Her hands ran along my thighs, stopping midway up them. She turned her body so she was sitting slightly to my left and then rolled back onto her knees kicking her legs one after the other in the air and following the momentum. She rolled her head to make her hair brush against my crotch. With hands on my thighs again she lifted herself to her feet with a pop out of her ass. She hooked her thumb into the hem of her Golden West Dance Academy shirt and pulled it away from her body, giving me an amazing view of her toned stomach. She rolled her body a couple of times and lifted the shirt above her head, tossing it away to reveal her strawberry patterned sports bra. She turned her back to me and pressed herself against me ass first. She ground her hips, my rock hard cock pressed firmly against her ass. Her hands found mine and wrapped them around herself. She placed one on her upper stomach just below her sports bra and the other firmly between her legs. My fingers moved briefly under her sports bra at her guidance, the tips brushing against the bottom of her tits. You re liking this, aren t you? She teased as she moved her ass against my cock for emphasis. So much, I said. I love having you dance for me. She giggled and pressed my hand right against her pussy, You like when I m a stripper for you? I groaned, Yes. She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked briefly on my finger. I ll be whatever you want, she said before looking back at me and whispering, daddy. I didn t have time to react before she pushed off of me and shook her ass in my face. She then bent at the waist and peeled her sweats off her body, revealing her tight ass and grey thong slowly. From this angle and how far she was bent over, I could also see her cloth covered pussy calling to me. She rocked her hips back and forth then straightened up and stepped out of her pants. I know you ve been fucking all the other girls, Natalie said in sultry tones as she turned to face me. I felt strangely guilty for the first time, as if I had betrayed her somehow. Even the fake pout she wore made my face burn red. Her look turned devilish as she removed her sports bra to expose her B cup tits. They fit her toned body perfectly and were topped with dark nipples. Her upper body wasn t as defined as McKayla s, which was sculpted at the gym. Natalie s was formed by rigorous movement and dedication, her legs powerful and her thigh gap tempting. But I know you ve really been saving the best for last, she said as she bent towards me, her hands on my knees as she planted a tongue forward kiss on me. The sound I made caused her to giggle against my lips. You want me so bad, don t you daddy? I nodded and kissed her again, the whole of my being put into it as if I could only properly communicate my need for her with the kiss. I want you too, she whispered. The dance seemed to be over as she crashed against me, all forgotten as we gave in to our desires. We rolled on the couch so that she was underneath me, my clothes disappearing in a mess of limbs and desperation. She remained only in her thong and I only in my orange and blue striped boxer briefs. I pushed her legs apart and pressed my body against her, grinding my already rock hard cock against her pussy, the layers of fabric still between us causing delicious tension. I need you to fuck me, she said, her voice almost a whine. I can t wait anymore. Please, please. She grabbed either side of my head and kissed me hard, her hips bucking up against mine. I separated us just enough to get my underwear down, which made her reach out to grab my cock. Fuck, she breathed, I know I need it in me but I also need to taste it. Please daddy, can I taste you? Yes, I hissed, her small hand making me twitch. I sat back and she got on her stomach on the couch. She captured the head of my cock in her mouth and began to bob up and down. She wasn t interested in wasting time and neither was I. I leaned forward as she sucked me and grabbed her ass before giving it a smack. She let out a delighted laugh around my cock and looked up at me and moaned, causing vibrations to travel along my length. Her big brown eyes were telling me loud and clear how much she loved my cock in her mouth. If I don t stop now then I ll keep sucking you til you blow, she said as she jerked me off, but I need you inside of me. I nodded and we rearranged again with her back against the couch and me on top. She reached down and pulled her thong to the side to give me access which I greedily took. Her spit from the impromptu blowjob allowed me to more easily slide inside of her. The feeling of my cock entering her caused her to throw her head back in pleasure. Oh my God! She called out. Your cock feels so fucking good. I love how your pussy feels around me, I told her as I impaled the tiny Asian. She kept one hand on me, but used the other to grip the couch as I thrusted. Her eyes remained locked on mine, her face a mask of submission. It was a different form from Emma s who took pleasure in receiving orders and carrying them out. Natalie s expression told me that her body was mine to use. I ran a hand up from her hip and pinched one of her nipples, giving it a twist. She gasped and moaned. I grabbed one of her legs and moved it parallel to my body, her foot resting against my shoulder. My cock began to hit new, deeper places in her pussy and it made her whole body roll. I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulder. I watched my length drive in and out of her tiny pussy, filling her petite body, and I twitched powerfully at the sight. It seemed almost impossible that I d fit in her, but she took me all like she was made for it. I want you to ride me, I told her. She nodded emphatically, Yes, daddy. I pulled out her and she jumped right to her feet. She grabbed my hand and led me away from the couch and towards the billiards table. I took her meaning and hopped up on it, lying back against the green felt. It wasn t terribly comfortable, but being on a flat plane gave me an amazing view of her as she straddled me. She grabbed it and gave it a few strokes, leaning down to kiss the head. Her tongue massaged the underside of the head as she smiled up at me. Tease, I accused. She laughed and straightened up, moving so her pussy lips were against my cock again. I just love this cock. You can t blame me for having a little fun. Natalie lowered her hips and we both groaned as I entered her again. She slid all the way down, my eyes taking in the view of her supple body enveloping me. Once she was lowered entirely onto me, she rested there and began to rock he

Cabin of Temptation: Part 3

CABIN OF TEMPTATION: PART 3  HIKING WITH MCKAYLA. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation.jpg] Introduction: Cabin of Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, Sam wakes up on Saturday to find only McKayla is awake. They decide to go on a hike, but find other activities interesting as well. I awoke the next morning forgetting where I was for just a moment, the events of the last 24 hours seemed like a dream. Five of my former students, all female, had convinced me into chaperoning their post-graduation trip to a cabin under the pretense that there would be guys here as well. I was told on the way up that that was no longer the case, and I learned shortly after that the girls had all agreed to share me for the week to fulfill their desires. I laid in the large bed of the master bedroom and replayed my encounters with two of the girls yesterday. My phone told me that it was almost 7:00 am. I knew that a bunch of teenage girls would not be up at this time and so I considered drifting back to sleep, but I knew my natural clock wouldn t let me sleep much longer. I threw back the sheets and rose to meet the day. I got on a pair of pajama pants and my t-shirt from yesterday and made my way to the kitchen. As I got to the first floor, I smelled coffee on the air and wondered who else might be up. I guessed McKayla or Natalie as they were the more active of the group and might have woken up out of habit. My guess was confirmed when I saw McKayla in the kitchen pouring herself a mug of coffee. McKayla was the oldest of the crew having turned 18 last October. She was also the tallest at 5 8 . Her light blonde shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail this morning, giving me a good view of her strong shoulders. She was a gifted volleyball player and had the build of a star athlete. I don t think there was an ounce of fat on her. I had once seen her tight, toned stomach while she was at practice and I couldn t believe my eyes. Still, she had the touch of curves that gave her a womanly allure. This morning she had on a light blue tank top with thin straps and white pajama shorts with the CSU logo on them. I could clearly see the shape of her B cup tits and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt. She turned around when I entered the kitchen and I saw she was wearing glasses. I didn t know she wore contacts and had never seen her with glasses which called attention to her lovely blue eyes. Morning Sam, she said when she saw me. Morning, I said back. She lifted the pot in her right hand at me and asked, Coffee? I shook my head, No thanks, I m more of a tea guy. Of course, she said with a smile, how could I forget? She set her coffee down and went to fetch the kettle. I went to the cupboard to get the tea bags while she filled the kettle and set it on the stove to heat. I took a seat at the large kitchen island and she stood on the opposite end pouring some creamer in her coffee. Thank you kindly, I said with a nod towards the kettle. Is anyone else up? You re very welcome. She shook her head, They re all still asleep, probably will be until 9 or 10. Emma s been known to sleep until noon. But not you? I m used to getting up early to go running, she explained. And I was a bit wiped out from the drive yesterday, so I didn t stay up too late. Same here, I said. I saw her smirk behind her coffee cup as she said, I bet. The kettle began to cry and I rose to take it off the heat. She found a mug for me and placed her hand on my shoulder as she leaned around me to put the mug on the counter. I thanked her again and she flashed me her winning smile. I was thinking of going hiking, she told me. Alexis said her brother marked a couple of trails around here and one of them leads to a really nice overlook about a mile away. You wanna come? I knew there were no set plans for the day, so I said sure. She then showed me a small black device on the counter that was currently charging. Alexis also showed me these. They re GPS trackers that will always point right here. The trails are pretty well marked, at least she claims, but better safe than sorry. I agreed. We enjoyed our morning beverages for a bit and chatted a little about her upcoming college career. She had a full volleyball scholarship to CSU and was excited to play at a more competitive level. Her position had always been outside hitter, but she was hoping to show her skills and try out opposite hitter. She was going to move into the dorms even though she wouldn t be terribly far from home. The freedom sounded nice and it made sure she wouldn t have to worry about traffic for classes or practice. We eventually decided to get changed to go hiking. I put on a pair of hiking shorts and a grey shirt with the faded logo of the school I taught at on it. I also threw on a hat and my hiking boots. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to find McKayla by the door to the deck in a pair of tight athletic shorts and a sports bra. My eyes couldn t help but wander the fit body before me. Ready? She asked, her smile wide. Her glasses were gone but her eyes still shined. I nodded and she opened the door. She said she had left a note in case they were still gone when anyone woke up. We went down the stairs of the deck and made our way towards the woods at the back of the house. There was a small wooden sign installed that pointed where the trails started. There was a white and blue trail and it was the white trail that would take us to the outlook. We found the trailhead, the first of many trees to be marked with white paint. The trail was decently well marked though a little spotty at times, but we never got lost. We both kept our eyes out for any markings to point our way. Well, my eyes spent a decent amount of time looking for markings, the rest of the time they were glued to McKayla s barely hidden body. The shorts hugged her tight to give me a good view of her toned ass as she hiked. I normally would have tried to keep my attention elsewhere if she was still my student, but the events of the last day had me in a new mindset. I believe she caught me at least once when she looked back to ask if I saw the nearby deer. I heard about you and Evan, I said at some point during our hike. She gave a half smile, Yeah, I m not too broken up about it. It felt more and more lately like it was only going to until graduation and then be done. That s more common than you think, I said. I guess it s good you two didn t drag it out over the summer like some others do. Wouldn t be worth it, she said. We were really just staying together for the sex near the end and he lives too far away to make it worth it. My laugh echoed about us as she caught me by surprise. McKayla had always been fairly candid, sometimes to the point of embarrassing her friends, but never in this sort of way. I d heard her call boys cute, but never anything like hot or sexy. Maybe this was a side of herself she was more comfortable sharing with me now that our relationship had changed. After about an hour of hiking the trees began to thin and we found yourselves emerging to the overlook. It was a flat area maybe 20 feet wide that served as a break in the trees. Alexis s brother had obviously spent some time on the area as a log was situated perfectly to be a bench for the overlook. A large boulder protruded from the ground on the left hand side of the area. Just underneath the lip of the lookout was a sharp decline for a while, so the view provided was over the treetops. We could see for miles, the forest stretching on and on. To our right we could see the end of the forest and then the rolling hills on the other side of the road we d driven on yesterday. To our left and straight ahead it was all forest and mountain for as far as the eye could see. The late May sun was warm this time of day, but not yet hot. Wow, McKayla said as she gazed out at the view. Yeah, I agreed. We took a seat on the makeshift bench and drank some water. We watched the trees for a minute, enjoying the song of the breeze rushing through them. An animal call would reach us every now and then and we d each guess what it might be. Hunger suddenly hit me and I realized I hadn t had breakfast. My stomach made a sound like a dying lion and McKayla couldn t help but laugh. Hungry? She asked. I nodded sheepishly and she reached into her bag, pulling out two bananas and handing one to me along with a granola bar. It wasn t fancy but it shut my stomach up. I thanked McKayla a couple of times for saving the morning. So, I saw you yesterday, she said after some silence. I looked at her curiously. I saw you with Emma, she added. I nearly choked on my bagel which made McKayla chuckle once she was sure I was fine. I guess we were out in the open, I said after a drink of water. It was so hot, she said, turning from the view to me. Did you watch? For a couple minutes, she admitted, but I didn t want to make you two stop if you saw me, so I left. You were both so into it. Never before had someone watched me have sex and I had never thought I d be that kind of person, but McKayla talking to me about it now had my wheels turning. I was turned on by the idea of her watching us in a way I had never expected. My thoughts and eyes turned back to McKayla s body and I felt it might not be long before I got to see more of it. She went on, I ve often thought about something like that, sex in public. It makes me excited and nervous all at once. It s like she trailed off as if trying to find the words. It s like you re into the idea but not sure about how you d like it in real life, I said. She nodded enthusiastically, Yes, exactly. Even with the arrangement this weekend, I still feel really nervous about it. I looked around at our little corner of the world and then back at her. This place is pretty public, but also pretty private, I said. A large smile appeared on her face and she shifted on the log towards me. What re you saying, Sam? I m saying we re out in the open now, but no one is likely to see us. It could be a great way to test the waters. She leaned ever closer, Are you saying you want to fuck me here? I nodded and leaned to meet her the rest of the way. I am, I said just before our lips met. McKayla turned out to be a very shy kisser at first. She followed my lead, letting me set the flow for our slow kissing. She parted her lips when my tongue brushed against hers and her boldness emerged. She became insatiable once our tongues touched, and that seemed to prompt her hands to join the mix. She placed one on my chest and ran it up to my hair, her fingers getting lost in my light brown hair. I placed a hand on her stomach and finally got to feel those abs, a moan nearly escaping my lips as soon as I did. I began to explore them, feeling her tight body, my hand brushing against the bottom of her sports bra. When I made brief but full contact with her chest over the bra, she took a sharp inhale of breath. To my surprise, she broke the kiss and placed her forehead against mine. Her one hand remained in my hair, but the other went to my shorts to outline the bulge there. My head was swimming as she touched me through the cloth with her fingertips and I missed her question. What? I asked. I asked if you d fucked Natalie yet, she said. Last night in the hot tub, we were talking about how Alexis and Emma had already fucked you; and Natalie declared that she wouldn t let herself be last and that she d sneak into your room last night. That time I heard it and was brought back to my senses even as my cock twitched against her fingers. There wasn t a trace of jealousy in her voice, just curiosity. No, I said honestly. She beamed, Hah! So I m not the last. I haven t done anything with Sydney either, I said. McKayla s palm came in contact with my cock and I groaned. She rubbed it in gentle circles and kissed along my jaw. I doubt anything will happen with Sydney, she told me. She agreed she s cool with it, but she s not the kind of girl to take part in something like this. I had more questions, but I knew asking them would probably ruin the mood. I pushed them out of my head for now and focused on the coed kissing my neck and stroking my cock. I grabbed at her sports bra and pulled it off, making her pause her actions to raise her arms. I took advantage of the break and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder, my hand cupping her perky tit. My thumb brushed her pink nipples that stood at attention, causing her to shiver. Her hands moved to my shorts and began to undo them. I broke contact and stood up to get the shorts off as well as my shirt. She took the cue from me and stood up to push her down shorts and thong down her toned legs. My shorts came off first and I was working on my shirt when she got on her knees on the dirt floor before me. She grabbed my rigid cock and licked the tip. Her smile grew wide as she gave it a few more tentative licks, her hand running along my cock as there were now no barriers keeping her from touching it. She then ran her tongue along it from base to tip, her fingers massaging the tip as it made its journey. Only after doing that again from the other side did she then put her mouth around me. She bobbed her head along the first few inches at a slow pace once, then a couple more times before gripping the base and opening her mouth to get her tongue all around the tip. She repeated the process a couple of times either picking up the pace or adding more pressure. Her hand around me began to jerk me off and the other went between her legs. Stand up, I told her, I want to taste you. I watched her eyes light up and she pulled my cock from her mouth. She gave it a small kiss before standing up, looking at me expectantly. The outdoor area didn t give us a lot of options in terms of comfort or ease, so I walked her over to the boulder and leaned her back against it. With a trail of kisses, I made my way down her body until I was kneeled before her. I situated her leg over my shoulder and leaned towards her pussy. A small triangle of public hair adorned it of the same honey color as her hair. I planted a small kiss on it before kissing lower, my tips brushing against her clit. I heard her gasp and felt her hands find my hair. A moan followed as my tongue ran along her slit, pressing against her clit at the end of its journey. I licked her a few more times, one of my hands venturing up her body to cup her tits as I licked her. Holy fuck, she said as she rested her head against the rock. Evan would never go down on me. Mmmm That s because you ve been fucking around with boys, I told her between licks. I hate to say a lot of boys in college will be the same. So you re saying I need to start fucking men. I ignored the fact that I might have just given her a thing for older guys and licked her lower. Her wet folds parted easily for me now, her sweetness spreading on my tongue. This was a far superior breakfast. I teased her entrance with the tip of my tongue which caused her hips to grind against my face. I grabbed onto her toned ass with one hand and drove her hard against my mouth. She had started by trying to bite back her moans, her hand even in her mouth to help muffle them. The longer I went on, the deeper I explored her, the less she cared. Oh my God! She exclaimed. Yes! Oh yes! Sam, that feels so good. I love your tongue on my pussy. It s so sexy watching you lick me. My eyes burned up at her as my tongue continued its ceaseless work. When I licked low, my tongue briefly entering her, my nose could press against her clit and drive her wild. I concentrated my efforts onto her clit with my tongue and she gripped tightly onto my hair. I pushed a finger inside of her while I massaged her clit and her words became a jumble. All I could make out were the words fuck and yes. There was no warning when her orgasm hit her. Her body shook once and she pulled my face closer to her pussy. I felt the added pressure around my finger and tasted the flood on my tongue, but my efforts didn t stop. I continued to lick her, my eyes watching her beautiful body dance with the release of pleasure. After a brief amount of time she used her grip on my hair to pull my face away from her crotch. Hold off, she said as she caught her breath. It feels amazing, I m just so sensitive now. I chuckled and moved my way back up her body until I was standing tall and asked, You ve never really had someone concentrate on your pleasure before, have you? She shook her head and kissed me, adding, Thank you. Thank you for letting me taste you, I said. I love the way you taste. She gave an involuntary giggle and we began to make out again while she calmed down. My hands stayed on her body, exploring every muscle, while she worked my cock in her hands between us. The rock was still cool, but slowly warming from the sun. After a few minutes, she pulled back. I m ready, she said. I nodded and took hold of my cock. Lifting her leg again, I adjusted myself to be able to enter her while still standing and she raised up onto her tiptoes with her other foot to help. I found her slit and ran my head along it, lubricating the tip before entering her. She was tighter than I expected, but through teamwork we got me moving inside of her. She placed her arms around my shoulders to hold onto me for support and I kept her leg lifted as I started to rock my hips. Now both of us moaned with no regard for the world around us, the sounds of our passionate coupling joining the chorus of nature sounds. Her pussy held me tight, her warm walls gripping my thick cock as if it belonged to them now. Her body tensed and relaxed in waves as pleasure washed over her and she did her best to move her hips to meet me. There was no reason to hold back, so I picked up speed and she purred like a lioness. You like that cock inside of you? I smirked. She nodded, Fuck me with that big cock. Oh God, it feels so good inside me. Yes, Sam. Yes. Her head turned to gaze out at the beautiful view we had hiked to. It s so amazing to be fucked in a place like this. I agreed, my focus now on driving my cock into her. To my surprise, she put a hand on my chest and started to push me off. Let s change it up, she said. I followed her lead back to the log bench and used my clothes as a makeshift cushion to take a seat while she faced away from me. I couldn t complain about the amazing view of her strong back and well-toned ass, especially as she began to lower it towards me. I would sometimes do this with Evan while he was playing video games, she said as she grabbed my cock to guide it back to her pussy. I d see if I could distract him enough that he d stop playing and really fuck me. Did it work? I asked as I felt myself enter her again from behind. She looked over her shoulder at me with a pleasure filled smirk, Every time. If I had any doubts about her abilities, they would have disappeared the second she started to move her hips. She found her rhythm immediately and her ass bounced against me as if she was keeping time by the movements. My hands, which had been resting against the log, came to her hips. I watched in amazement she slid along my cock with ease, stopping only every now and then to grind her hips against me before starting again. I gave her ass a smack, the sound loud out in the open air, and she gave an enthusiastic cry in response. It wasn t long before my cock was pulsing faster inside of her. I m gonna cum, I told her. Me too, she said between breaths ragged from effort. I want you to cum on my tits. I told her I d try to hold off until after her, but it was no easy task. Her speed increased as she got closer to her own release, whi

Cabin of Temptation: Part 2

CABIN OF TEMPTATION: PART 2 SMOKING WITH EMMA. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation.jpg] Introduction: Cabin of Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. In this chapter, the rest of the girls arrive at the cabin where some tensions immediately rise. Emma and Sam share some weed, but that's not all Emma wants in her mouth. Alexis went about making sure everything was up and running while I got settled and explored. Her father had been up two weeks ago to make sure everything was ready, and lock all the liquor away, but things like the Wi-Fi needed to be turned on. I was given the master bedroom for the trip and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I saw it. The king sized bed seemed tiny in the huge space. There was a couch and a couple of chairs around a coffee table in front of a fireplace with a large TV above it. All the furniture here, as with most of the furniture in the house, was dark wood with a real rustic feel. It was all handmade and I figured the dresser alone cost more than all my bedroom furniture combined back home. The master bedroom was only accessible via the bedroom, and that too was impressive. A huge tub with jets, glass shower stall, and his and hers sinks. The floor and countertops were both white marble. Large windows in both rooms overlooked the forest outside with a view of a far off mountain top peaking above them. The bedroom led out to a hallway that had two other rooms, Mr. McCarthy s office and a pool den. The office was one of the few rooms without large windows letting in copious amounts of light. The hallway overlooked the large family room in the center of the second floor. The main staircase in the foyer led up to it and had a huge table surrounded on both sides with L-shaped couches. It also had a small table with four chairs around it for more intimate playing and a fireplace of its own. Two hallways branched off from there to the north and south where a majority of the bedrooms were. These weren t as large as the master bedroom, but they were still spacious and well furnished. There was also a nook at the end of one of the halls with a bay window overlooking nature and a smoking den. Some of the rooms had more than one bed and I quickly lost count of how many there were. When I later asked Alexis how many people could sleep here; she said 20. The deck connected on the second floor with a doorway in the family room leading out. It had a hot tub made for a crowd and several lounge chairs, as well as a couple of outdoor tables and chairs. The deck was the latest addition and below it was a grill station that you d expect to find in a restaurant. The first floor housed the large kitchen that featured more of the marble from the bathroom upstairs. Like the furniture, the appliances were all handmade and appeared complicated to operate. The dining room housed a table with ten seats along its sides and one at each end. The table itself was beautiful, a dark cherry wood and glossy. There was a smaller family room on the first floor as well that resembled a library, and a small movie theater that could seat 10. The basement below seemed almost out of place. It was practical with no decoration, housing instead some supplies, a backup generator, and linens. I knew Alexis s family had money, but this was far beyond being comfortable. She expected the line of questioning and met it with a shrug. I didn t know we had this kind of money either, she had said. My dad is always griping about money even though I know it s never been an issue. We were all shocked when he showed us the plans. In the kitchen, I discovered a neatly handwritten list labeled Mr. McCarthy s Rules of Conduct . It was a list of rules the younger ones were expected to follow and I was expected to enforce. They were as follows: 1, No alcohol. 2, No drugs. 3, No sex. 4, No strangers. 5, Boys and girls are to sleep on opposite ends of the house. 6, No boys in girls rooms, or vice versa. 7, No going in to my office. Rule three was already broken and would continue to be it seemed. I knew rule one would be broken as well. Despite her father taking all the liquor, I knew one of Alexis s bags was full of alcohol. I told her I d look the other way if they all agreed to only drink in the cabin and not break anything. Rule two I was unsure of. I myself had some weed stashed in my bag upstairs that I planned to enjoy in private. McKayla was fairly straight laced for fear of not being able to play volleyball, and Sydney had a fear of getting in trouble. I had no idea about Alexis, Natalie, or Emma, but as long as they weren t doing anything stronger than weed I was likely to ignore it. Rules 4, 5, and 6 didn t seem to be an issue, and I didn t think his office would hold much interest for the girls. Just as I finished reading the list, I heard another car crunching up the gravel drive. I walked towards the front door only to see it burst open a moment later. McKayla looked at me, her blue eyes wide in panic. Bathroom? She blurted out. I pointed towards the nearest one and the tall blonde disappeared in an instant. The other three girls walked through the door a moment later, all of them greeting me with bright smiles. Natalie walked over and hugged me, the tiny Japanese dancer pulling me to her with surprising force. We re so glad you re here, she said. Yeah Mr. H, Emma added. I saw in her eyes a similar look that Alexis had in the car and I grinned in return. Sydney nodded her agreement with her friends. McKayla emerged looking far more relieved. So you didn t piss yourself? Emma teased. McKayla grew red and glared at her friend. Sydney and Natalie broke into laughter, which made McKayla crack a smile. I helped the four of them get their things from the car and up the stairs with Alexis appearing just as we dropped the last bag. About damn time, Natalie teased the red head. At least we had a big strong man to help us. It took me a little longer than expected to get the remote camera feed off, she said. We don t want my dad tuning in and seeing Emma getting stoned. That answered that question. All eyes went to me when Alexis said that, but I showed no change in my expression. I did look at Emma with a cocked eyebrow. Get stoned on what? I asked. She shrugged, Just weed. JUST weed, Sydney spoke up sarcastically. The other four girls sighed without words. It was clear that this was a topic that came up a lot. It's no surprise, Sydney s father is a rather prominent figure at their church and she grew up with a conservative view. I had often seen the conflicts that emerged with the other girls over stuff like this in the past, especially between Emma and Sydney. They were polar opposites in their upbringing. I remember when Emma first got her nose ring, Sydney was amazed that her parents would let her do such a thing. Oh come on Syd, Emma huffed. The rest of us have done it. McKayla doesn t have practice for another month, so she said she s gonna do it. You ve seen us all high and how much fun we have. This is the perfect environment to try it. Sydney turned bright red and turned up her nose, It's still illegal in lots of places. So? Emma countered, It s getting legalized everywhere, and you drink when we hang out. It s illegal to do that. Get that stick out of your ass already. That s enough, I said, my voice making all of them pause. For a moment they were all students again, their teacher taking authority. If Sydney doesn t want to do it, then she won t. At the same time, you re all adults now. Sydney, Emma can smoke if she wants. My eyes went to her again, As long as she at least blows the smoke outside. Emma nodded. And Emma, don t pressure her. She ll try it if she feels comfortable and we both know she won t enjoy it if she s doing it for someone else. Emma looked at the ground and then gave a small nod. Sydney looked at me with a bit of thanks in her eyes and smiled, tucking some of her brown hair behind her ear. The crisis appeared to be averted. Natalie broke the silence, I don t know about you bitches, but I m getting hungry. I m gonna get started on dinner. Need a hand? Alexis and I asked at once. Natalie grabbed Alexis by the hand and began to pull her along, I heard her first. You all relax and we ll call you when it's ready. Alexis and Natalie went to work on dinner, McKayla wanted to explore the house, Sydney went to the deck to practice guitar, and I didn t know where Emma went. I went to my room and got unpacking. I decided to not live out of a suitcase if we had a whole week here, so I unloaded my things into the dresser. I also grabbed a couple of hangers from the walk-in closet and used them to hang a couple of my nicer shirts somewhere more accessible. I had been told we might do a couple of nice dinners, so I should have some nicer clothes. Now all settled, I made my way down to the second level. At the end of one of the hallways, I spotted Emma sitting in the window seat of the nook. The window next to her was cracked and it wasn t hard to guess what she was up to. As I got closer, I saw her pull out a vape pen, take a pull, and blow the smoke out the window. She turned her head in my direction and spotted me, making her jump. I wondered if I just surprised her or if it was a reflex to being caught with weed by a teacher. Either way, she relaxed and melted into a smile. I saw she had headphones in that she popped out as I got closer. Hey Mr. H, she said. You can just call me Sam now, I told her. She nodded and said, Funny thing is, if you d caught me doing this just a couple of weeks ago, you d be busting me probably. She held her vape pen up and took a drag, blowing the smoke out the window. She suppressed a slight cough and held it towards me, Now I m seeing if you want any. I shrugged and took it from her, taking a seat next to her. She shifted her legs closer to herself as I got situated and took a hit. I blew the smoke out and looked her over. Emma was the shortest of the group at just over 5 even. A pair of jean shorts and a faded green V-neck adorned her body. She had the curviest figure of all the girls, and the largest tits. They looked to be at least D s to me. She had sandy blonde hair that might be a different color depending on the week and a pair of light blue eyes. Numerous freckles highlighted her nose and cheeks. I took another small puff right as Emma asked, So, did you and Alexis fuck? I coughed violently in surprise, which made Emma laugh. She took the vape pen back and hit me playfully on the back. I m sorry, I coughed, what? You and Alexis, she said before taking a hit. It s cool, we all talked about it beforehand. You re free game this week. I say in surprised silence for a moment before asking, You all talked about this? Emma nodded and handed me back the pen. Everyone s agreed that, as long as you re up for it, any of us can fuck you at any time. Sydney mostly remained silent, but she didn t disagree. I couldn t think of what else to say, so I took a silent hit and looked out the window. In the silence, I could hear Sydney s guitar music wafting through the air. You know Mr. H, I thought it was really hot when you put on your teacher voice earlier. I couldn t help but smirk. It s what made me attracted to you in the first place, she added. Her hand went to the v part of her neckline and gently ran along it while she made her lips pouty, A girl like me needs a little authority. Is that so? I asked. She nodded and shifted onto her knees next to me. She stuck her chest out, I m a rebel and a free spirit, but sometimes I just need a man who will take control. I took another hit. Already I was feeling it and, mixed with her words, the feeling was one of power. I felt authoritative in a whole different way. I ve been surrounded by just boys for four years, she bit her lip and trailed off. But you need a man, I declared. She nodded and cast her eyes down again. Her hands were folded in her lap and I knew what she was waiting for. The next move was mine to make, and she was offering herself to me. I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek and she nuzzled herself into it. Let s go to my room, I said as I began to stand. She grabbed my hand and said, No. Here. Please, sir? I looked around. But the others. We all agreed no jealousy, she planted a kiss on my hand, and no secrets. I like that someone might see. I thought for a moment and then nodded. If they were all okay with it, then why should I not be? I d always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I nodded my approval to her and her face lit up. Take off your shirt and bra, I ordered. She wasted no time, both off her body in a flash. She sat before me, exposed, her eyes still down. I admired her large tits and pale nipples, first with my eyes and then with my hands. Thanks to her kneeling on the window seat, I had easy access to them. Touch me wherever you want, sir, she encouraged. However you want. Get on your hands and knees, and take off your shorts. She obeyed, getting naked and then in position. Her back curved alluringly, her thick ass in the air. I ran my hand along the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her body, until it came to rest on her ass. She looked at me expectantly, her bottom lip tucked behind her teeth. I gave it a light smack as I didn t want to make too much noise and she moaned. I undid my shorts for the third time today to fish my cock out. Emma s wanting eyes watched every one of my movements with anticipation. When she saw my thick cock at attention before her, she gasped. I told her to open her mouth and then navigated my cock to it. She wrapped her mouth around it as soon as she could and ran her tongue along the bottom. Thank you for this cock, sir, she said before plunging down on it again. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her further down my cock. She gave no resistance, more than half of my length disappearing in an instant. She paused when my head hit the back of her throat, but she continued on as soon as she relaxed. Her mouth was so warm and inviting, her curious tongue exploring my shaft as she moved along it. I let her pull back a little before I pulled her further down again. You re going to take all of it, I told her. She looked at me with those big eyes of hers and nodded. I used my firm grip in her hair to pull her down further. She choked, she gagged, she sputtered on my cock, but she never let up. Between my coaxing and her will, we got her there. Her nose pressed right against my body and I felt the sensation of my whole cock swallowed by her. It was electric and I let her know with a lusty groan. Her eyes brimmed with tears while she worked her head back and forth to fuck my cock with her mouth. Good girl, I growled. Good cocksucker. She mewed, pleased with herself, and pulled her mouth off of my cock. I watched as my cock reappeared, the whole length now shimmery in the late afternoon soon. She came off the head with a gasp, her chest heaving as she desperately worked to catch her breath. Her chest and cheeks were red with effort, but I could see how hard her nipples were. A string of saliva kept my cock connected to her lips. Fuck, I love choking on your cock, sir. She went back for a second helping, driving herself down with my hand on her head still encouraging her. Every now and then I d push her over the halfway mark, making tears appear in her eyes again. My other hand found her ass again and ran along the curve of it. She wiggled it at my touch. I moved along her ass to her thighs, finding the space between them to explore her slit. Emma groaned around my cock as I found her already wet pussy and that some of her arousal had already run down her thighs. I guess she really did love choking on my cock. I probed her with my digit, prompting her to spread her legs a little to give me better access. I pressed my finger into her and felt her warmth around me. I worked it as if it were my cock and fucked her at an even pace. Occasionally, I would curl my finger against her walls and find the spot that made her moan hard around me. The vibrations of those moans sent extra jolts of pleasure along my cock. I needed her. Not just her sucking my cock, but the feeling of being inside of her. I pulled my cock from her mouth and grabbed her hips, pulling them towards me. She lowered her face down and shook her ass at me. I grabbed my cock and smacked it playfully against her thick ass. Do you want me to fuck you? I asked. Yes! She practically shouted. Please sir, fuck my little pussy. It's all yours. How could I say no? I looked up to see the trees, the far off mountaintop, the beautiful scenery present in the bay windows all set dressing for the ass in the air waiting for me. The head of my cock came against her pussy and I pushed myself in, the first few inches sinking in slowly. I could see the faint reflection of her reaction in the mirror, her mouth falling open and her eyes rolling back as if my cock had just shut off some part of her brain. She exclaimed, Oh God! I smacked her ass and pulled her head back by her hair. Be quieter, slut, or I ll pull out now and leave you here. Emma nodded and lowered her head back down. Her hands braced herself against the windows as I grabbed her hips and began to thrust. I didn t bother with buildup, we both needed this to be hard and desperate. She bit back moans and moved her hips just a little to meet my thrusts. I slammed myself into her, my length plunging deep. She raised herself up just a little, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She made small, desperate noises but managed to keep her volume low. I grabbed onto her hair again and pulled it back, giving me plenty of leverage to pound her. It was great sex, but the weed worked to enhance every little feeling beyond what it would normally be. I felt powerful as I fucked her. I let her hair go and her face fell back to the window seat. Her body tensed as an orgasm hit her. She began to call out, but immediately put a hand over her mouth to help quiet it. I watched as the tremor rocked her body, her pussy squeezing hard on my cock so that I almost had to stop fucking her. She looked up at me, breathing heavy, and grinned. Time slipped away from us. I don t know how long I stood there thrusting into her. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body until she seemed to barely be conscious. Finally, I felt that familiar building in my pulsing cock. I m gonna cum, I told her. Wherever you want, she said through her haze. Inside you? She nodded with heavy breath. I gave the last bit of my energy into the final few thrusts. They weren t at the same rhythm as the others, but more drawn out as I felt every inch of her pussy around me. I slammed in one last time and released a torrent of cum, filling up her pussy. I almost collapsed against her, but I managed to pull out and slump next to her. She rearranged herself so that she was sitting again, her body resting against mine. We were both sweaty messes basking in the post orgasm glow. Both of us were facing down the hall, uncovered for anyone to see, but no one else ever appeared. As we regained our strength, I saw her reach between her legs and gather a little of my cum leaking from her onto her fingers. With her eyes on mine, she brought them to her mouth and licked them clean. Fuck, I breathed. She smiled. Thank you, sir, for all the cum. I really, really needed to be fucked. She leaned over and kissed me, a thankful thing that I readily returned. We basked in our post sex glow for a bit until Natalie's voice came over the intercom system to announce that dinner was ready. Emma sat up and stretched. I worked up quite the appetite, she said as she gathered her clothes. We went and got our

Cabin of Temptation: Part 1

CABIN OF TEMPTATION: PART 1 DRIVING WITH ALEXIS Based on a post by a f winter [https://www.sexstories.com/profile1686626/afwinter] . Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/CabinOfTemptation.jpg] Introduction: Cabin of Temptation is an ongoing story told over four parts. Each part will be made of several chapters. The first part is largely an introduction to the setting, the characters, and their relationships with some seeds planted for later growth. This first chapter introduces us to Sam Holloway, the teacher and point of view character, and Alexis, his former student and red headed wild child. The road seemed to stretch on endlessly before us, but Alexis assured me that our journey was near an end. We d turn before long into thick woods and travel through narrow, winding roads until we reached her family s cabin. I had no choice but to trust her as GPS had given out nearly 20 minutes ago. There s good Wi-Fi and okay reception at the cabin, she d told me, but you can t get there unless you know the way. So here I was, driving alone in the middle of god knows where with a girl who was my student just a couple of weeks ago. Her and her four best friends had been together from first grade all the way through high school and now they had graduated with very different futures ahead of them. They had decided to kick off the best summer ever with a week-long stay at Alexis s family cabin. Alexis and I were heading up before everyone else, the four other girls and four guys. All of their parents had had concerns, of course. None of them could take the time to chaperone such a trip and many feared what teenagers would get up to out there, even though they were all, legally, adults now. The plan seemed to be dead before it began until Emma brought up the idea of me accompanying them all. I d taught the girls US History their sophomore year and Government their senior year. The girls took to me easily and I came to enjoy their company. We got to know each other over the years, but I always remained a detached authority figure. They liked and respected me, and their parents trusted me, which is why all of them agreed as soon as my name was attached. Of course I wasn t told I would be doing this until after the parent s agreed. I was hesitant to do it, but I acquiesced in the end. Being out here now, I was glad I had agreed. The sky looked bluer than in the city, the world more open. A couple of wispy clouds floated lackadaisical over the rolling hills to our left, passing over the empty road to the tree covered mountains to our right. We had the windows halfway down and the air filling my lungs felt like it was renewing me from the inside out. Having a cabin out in a place like this must be amazing, I said. I m sure it was nice getting to come out here all the time growing up. Alexis chuckled as she gazed out the window, This isn t the original cabin. That one is just a little out of town and is like one of those cabins you see in a horror movie. Still nice, just a bit run down ya know? Right, I nodded. She went on, This one is pretty much brand new. My dad got the land from a client like five years ago for some legal work he did and he built this place and gave the old family cabin to my uncle. Oh, I said, is it nice? Now she laughed, Mr. Holloway, it's a mansion. I told you to call me Sam. Old habits, she shrugged, it s hard to not think of you as Mr. Holloway. I moved on and asked, When is everyone else arriving? McKayla is driving the rest of the girls and they re an hour or so behind us, she told me. What about Todd and Mike? I asked, looking across the car at her while she looked out the window. And McKayla s not riding up with Evan and his brother? McKayla and Evan broke up, she stated. Didn t really make sense for him and his brother to be there. Sure, I drew the syllable out. And Todd and Mike? Her gaze never left the window as she went on, Well, once we decided about Evan, we felt like we didn t need two other boys. So it's just me and you five girls? I felt my heart beginning to race. Alexis finally looked towards me, a smirk on her heart shaped face, Yep. My eyes narrowed and I shot her a glance. I didn t like that they had yet again pulled a fast one on me. Her smile only broadened. I couldn t see her emerald eyes behind her large round sunglasses, but I could feel the mischief burning there behind the tinted glass. Aren t I a boy? I objected. She giggled, Mr. Holloway, you re a man, not a boy. I skipped the name thing and asked, And do you parents know about this? She shook her head and tucked a loose strand of dark red hair behind her ear. Of course not. Why didn t you tell me? Because you wouldn t have agreed to come, she said very matter-of-fact. I sighed. She was right about that. No more tricks, okay? I said. I know you re all not my students anymore, but it would still be very frowned upon if anyone knew. She turned her body towards me now, the smile on her lips changing. It became a devious thing, as if she had been waiting for this moment. That wily look on her face also crept into her voice. You re right Mr. Holloway, she corrected herself, Sam, we aren t your students anymore. And as of three weeks ago, we re all eighteen now. A shiver ran down my spine. My mouth went dry. I foolishly asked myself why she would say that, but something deep down knew why. Alexis was a notorious flirt and I d seen many boys, and a number of my colleagues, become flustered by her with just a few words. Maybe it's because I ve been doing this for over a decade, but I had seemingly been immune to her charms. I d always been able to rebuff her advances or laugh them off, but being alone with her in the car changed the dynamic. To my chagrin, Alexis went on, You re going to be alone with five beautiful women all week, and all of them have massive crushes on you. We ve all talked about it. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I tried to keep my eyes trained on the road, but I couldn t stop myself from glancing her way. The white tank top under her semitransparent yellow striped shirt seemed to be riding lower than before, her full tits barely contained. The tank top, like a tight second skin against her toned stomach, was tucked into her jean cut offs. How did I not notice how short they were? Her pale thighs were fully on display and if she moved them, I thought I might be able to spot whatever underwear it was she had on. If she had any on at all. The sunglasses still hid her eyes, but I could feel her gaze. Her lips were slightly parted, pouty and alluring, the edges pulled into a knowing smile. She reached her arm over her body and ran the tips of her fingers ever so lightly against my forearm. Not just little schoolgirl crushes either. They might have started that way, but they certainly didn t stay that way, she went on, her voice growing husky. I ve had so many fantasies about you Sam. About us together. She placed her hand fully on my forearm and ran it along it, We could make them a reality. I managed to speak despite my mouth being bone dry, You re, I m what? She cut me off. Willing? Ready? I m not your student anymore. I m not asking to date you, I m going away to college at the end of the summer and I want to make this the best summer it can be. Her hand moved from my forearm to my crotch, And that involves sucking this cock. My mouth fell open but no words came out. I let out a short gasp as she touched my crotch, but it morphed into something like a moan as her fingers brushed against my cock through my jeans. I didn t even realize I had become so hard. Have you ever gotten road head, Mr. Holloway? Her voice was teasing again, and sweet as a glass of lemonade. She took off her sunglasses to reveal those bright green eyes full of mischief. I ve always wanted to give it. Alexis, I groaned as her hand rubbed more fully against my cock. I thought I should resist, but the voice in my head asked why the hell I should. I, Yes. I want this. I slowed the car down a little as she began to undo my jeans. Her hands made quick work, her own eagerness causing her to fumble with my belt. She got it undone, along with my pants, and fished out my cock. She paused for a moment and wrapped her hand around the base. Jesus, she breathed. I fucking knew it. The simple touch of her hand around me caused me to groan. How long had it been since someone touched me like this? Even though there was nothing illegal about what we were doing, it was still wrong in a number of ways. As Alexis leaned forward, her mouth inching towards the head of my cock, I found myself holding my breath. Her lips parted, her pink tongue snaking out and touching the tip. I groaned and tightened my grip on the steering while. She looked up at me with wicked eyes as she swirled her tongue about the tip, her hand pumping a couple of times with just the slightest of pressure. As soon as precum appeared at the tip, she licked it up and giggled. I knew you had a big cock, she whispered hungrily, her hand continuing to work my cock. Alexis s lips wrapped around the head of my cock and I nearly swerved off the road. I heard her giggle at the reaction, the sound muffled. Her tongue began to massage my thick shaft while her head worked up and down at a steady pace. The hand wrapped around me worked in concert, providing additional pleasure to where her mouth did not yet reach. Though I wanted to grab onto her ruddy locks and push her down further, I knew I needed to keep a certain amount of control to drive the car. Alexis seemed to know this as well as she sucked me, her efforts concentrated on a slow and sensual blowjob. Her tongue dances about my head as if trying to find the spots to make me moan, which I did freely. She seemed to be enjoying giving me head just as much as I was enjoying receiving it based on the sounds she made. Oh fuck, I groaned when her tongue hit a sensitive spot on the underside of me head, you re really good at this. Alexis lips departed my cock and I felt disappointment. Her face stayed close to mine, her wide smile plastered on her face again. Her hand never stopped its slow motions. I ve had plenty of practice, she smirked. And I ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time now. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. Her eyes looked out to the road, We ve still got a little bit before the turn off. Now where was I. Her words trailed off while she leaned forward, her warm breath splashing against the now shining head of my cock. It twitched powerfully as her mouth enveloped it again, her tongue finding that spot again with ease. At the pace she was going, I felt like I could last for hours under her expert manipulations. I was nowhere near cumming, though every once in a while she could concentrate her efforts on one spot or take me just a little deeper and send a jolt of electricity through me. We passed another car and I wondered if they could spot the bobbing mop of red hair. After another ten minutes of this, she sat back up and let my cock go. I let out a disappointed sigh, the air of the car a poor replacement for her expert mouth. I heard that devilish giggle of hers again as soon as she read the disappointment on my face. We re almost at the turnoff, she told me, I want to make sure we don t get lost. There s plenty of time to finish this later. When she said this , she gave my cock a firm squeeze. Sure, I said in my best nonchalant voice. There was no way my cock was going back into my pants in its current state and I worried that I would be stuck driving with a raging hard on. After Alexis told me to turn on a narrow road between some trees however, my focus shifted entirely to carefully navigating it and that caused enough distraction for me to calm down. I was assured that no one uses the road, but there were enough blind turns to make me cautious all the same. You must be pretty excited about Stanford, I said in an attempt to provide further distraction. She shrugged and gave a non-committal, Yeah. That s not the response I d expect from an excited person. She sighed, I am excited. It s exciting. It s just She weakly smiled and turned her eyes towards the passing trees, Everything s changing, you know? I m going west, Emma is going east. Natalie s gonna stick around for a bit, but she ll probably head off when her commitments with her dance academy are done. McKayla got a scholarship to CSU, so she s staying here. So is Sydney. We ll be all apart for the first time since we were 6. It s just a big change. I nodded, It is, but just because you re all apart doesn t mean you can t stay close. Alexis shot me a look bordering on an eye roll, Are you still close with all your childhood friends? Well, no, I admitted. But I wasn t close with anyone the way you all are. And technology is different now, it s easier to stay in touch. Yeah, we have texting now and you just had carrier pigeons, she teased. I felt a flush creep up my neck, but still I chuckled, That and you don t have to sit for a painting if you want to send a friend a picture of yourself these days. She chuckled dryly. We ll still be apart though. We ve already changed so much in the last few years. If we didn t have such a history, I m not sure we d be friends. I reached across the console between us and placed my hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. That s why we re doing this cabin trip, she went on. It s supposed to kick off the best summer ever, but I know we re all gonna be really busy and Emma s living early July. No matter what, we ll have this week together. Yeah. The five of you together and your former teacher. Alexis giggled and put her hand on mine, leading it up her thigh until my pinky was brushing against her jean shorts. I pushed my hand a little further until it pushed beneath the hem of the cutoff. As I came in contact with the place where her thigh and crotch met, I discovered she wasn t wearing anything under them at all. You being here is why it ll be the best, she purred. My hand remained where it was, another finger slipping into her cutoffs. She adjusted her hips to give me more access until my fingers touched against the edge of her slit. Now it was her turn to gasp, the noise turning into a sound of satisfaction. I found her slit, wetness already present upon her lips. You really liked sucking my cock didn t you? I asked her with a sideways grin. I really did, she hummed happily. The barrier of her shorts was slightly frustrating, keeping me from fully exploring her pussy, but the limited reach added a touch of teasing excitement as well. As I probed at her, she moved her hips and let me know she was enjoying it without words. I briefly dipped a finger inside of her, though I couldn t get far due partially to the angle and partially how tight she was. The smell of her sex began to fill the car and I hoped we weren t too far from the cabin. My question was answered not even two minutes later as we turned and it came into view. Cabin was too small a word. That evoked the image of something tucked into a mountainside with little more than four walls and a roof. This was, as Alexis had said earlier, a mansion. The tree lined path led right up to the circle drive of the three story building. Its huge red front door faced us, a splash of color on the mostly light wooden facade. The logs of the roof were a darker color, sitting on it like a hat. The windows were large and numerous to allow plenty of natural light to spill inside. It just got larger as we got closer and my mouth fell open in awe. It has that effect on people, Alexis laughed when she saw my reaction. She fished around her bag at her feet and pulled out a set of keys. She told me that the walk from the garage to the bedrooms was a pain and we could move the car later. I put the car in park and the two of us got out. It felt good to stretch my legs after the long drive. Doesn t your dad have cameras watching this place? I asked. Of course, she said. But they re dormant unless something sets off the alarm. So he has no way of seeing us right now? She nodded as she pulled her bag from the trunk. Good. I m not waiting longer. She began to smirk as I came upon her, pushing her back against the car. I kissed her with all the lust and desire that was boiling inside of me. She met my lips with as much eagerness and wrapped her arms around me. Our tongues met like old lovers long kept apart finally reuniting. Our bodies were pressed together and it felt like the heat of our need might burn our clothes off. Mr. Holloway, she breathlessly said when we parted, her hands falling to my belt again. I didn t correct her on the name this time. There was something about her calling me that that gave an extra bit of lewdness. I did away with her shirt and tank top as fast as I could, her bra disappearing just as quick. My hands cupped her full tits, perky pink nipples already at attention. She let out an Oh God as I brushed my thumbs over them. She had my cock out again, her grip on it tighter now that we didn t have to worry about the road. I growled as she jerked me off, my lips finding her neck. My teeth grazed her skin playfully before I bit where her shoulder and neck met. One of her hands left my cock and gripped onto the back of my head as I did so, her cry of pleasure joining the forest sounds around us. My hands moved to her ass so I could lift her up. She let out a squeal of delight as I easily lifted her, walking us over to the hood of the car. She wrapped her arms and legs around me while I moved us, her lips planting small kisses along my neck. We paused for just a moment after I set her down in order to shed the rest of our clothes. I looked over her now exposed body, taking in the full view of her finally. She bit her lip as she looked me over in return. Fuck, I breathed, you re so sexy. Right back at ya, stud, she said as her hands passed over my broad shoulders. I kissed her again as I gripped my cock and led it to her pussy. Her legs spread for me and we both inhaled sharply when my head touched her. I ran the head along her slit to spread her ample wetness and lube my cock. My head split her entrance, the first inch of me disappearing inside of her. Shit, she said as her eyes went wide, you re so big. Are you okay? I asked, my tip resting inside of her. She nodded. More than okay. I ve just never had anything this big inside before. She rocked her hips down to push more of me in. At just shy of 8 inches, I know I m longer than average, but not big enough to scare most girls off on sight. My girth is what sets me apart from most other dicks I ve seen in porn or otherwise. I ve been told I make girls feel full in a very satisfying way. Based on the look on Alexis s face as I pushed deeper inside of her, the rumors were true. I moved my hips to work myself deeper, her own body moving to help it get there. Her hands rested on the hood of the car to keep herself upright and her fact level with mine. We alternated between hungry kisses and watching my cock inside of her. It was amazing to watch her small pussy adjust to me, take me deep. She draped an arm onto my shoulder and dug her nails in as I finally buried myself fully into her. Fuck me, she said as she stared into my eyes. I readily obliged. I pulled out a few inches and pushed them back in, falling into a steady rhythm. She moaned louder, letting go of my shoulder and falling back on the hood of the car. I grabbed onto her hips to better drive myself in and out. She made sounds somewhere between words and moans, her hips lifting off the hood of the car. Her legs wrapped around me, her feet pressing into the small of my back to keep me in place. As if I was going anywhere. The warmth of the day on top of the activity made me begin to sweat. A sheen appeared on her body as well, her form appearing almost angelic now as her pale body glowed in the sun. She began to mumble something. Like that? I asked. She nodded, Gonna cum I reached a hand between her legs and pressed my thumb against her clit. I worked it in small circles while my cock continued to pump into her. The added pleasure made her mouth fall