(INTRO: This is the second part of a fantasy weekend retreat.(INTRO: This is the second part of a fantasy weekend retreat. In Part 1, we arrived at the cabin, unpacked, and went for a moonlight swim in the lake. As in all good fantasies, we made love in the water. The story continues...) We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but we do not put them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the trees and back to the cabin. Our bodies still tingle from a combination of the act of love just completed and the cool night air. Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. "How about a drink to help warm you up?" I ask, heading for the kitchen. "Sounds good" she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time - ten o'clock. We've been here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild animals in heat. It feels good. A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower. I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the corner of the sink. I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge of herself that has made me the lover I am. |