The snowy gravel crunches beneath my feet as I step from my car. I slam my door and wince at the loudness. Out here in the woods, every sense is heightened, especially in the middle of the night. The overhead light turns off, catapulting me into momentary darkness and silence. It takes a minute for my senses to adjust, but when they do, I see the crackling light from the fireplace shining out from the window, and can faintly hear your radio playing deep inside the cabin.
The walk to the front door is hasty, as always. My pink and white lace panties are already soaked through with the juice that's leaking out of my slit in anticipation. Coming through the door, I can tell that you know exactly what I need. You can sense how wet I am, even from across the room.
You're sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace in nothing but a pair of jeans, and your lips spread into a sly smile as your eyes meet mine. I walk over to you and straddle your lap, grinding myself into your already hard cock and running my fingers over the back of your neck while our tongues intertwine. It's been months since I've seen you, and it's not long before things begin to heat up.
Grabbing the bottom hem of my t-shirt and arching my back, I lift it off over my head in one smooth, sensuous motion. I toss it to the floor, and in a matter of seconds, with your help, my pink lace bra is lying next to it. My hard pink nipples are staring you in the face, and I giggle at the gleam in your eye as I play with them, taunting you. Your mouth finds its way to my left nipple, and your fingers pinch and twist my right, and I let out a soft moan. I can feel your dick throbbing against the seam of my jeans. As my lips find their way back to yours, I unbutton my fly and slip a hand in to tease my clit through my panties. When I pull it back out, my fingers are shining with my juices. I know you see it, because you let out a groan. I let you suck the juice off of my fingers, and your hands find their way around my smooth, naked torso.
