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They were so at peace, standing there by the sink in the kitchen, holding each other close, feeling the warmth flowing from their bodies. They had just finished making love right there in the kitchen after a delicious fish dinner. Just standing there, enjoying each other with the rain poring down outside. Rosana suddenly got a chill from the cool night air as the cabin was not insulated very well. Besides, they were still in their birthday suits. "Dan, let's go sit by the fire in the living room.". They quickly cleaned the sticky cum off their bodies and finished tidying up the kitchen.
They grabbed their clothes and hurried off. Rosana found robes in the bedroom and brought them back. She and Dan put on the robes. Dan had opened another bottle of wine and pored a couple of drinks. He handed her the glass and put a couple more logs on the fire. The old cabin was cozy, not too big, not too small; but just right for the two of them. It was almost rustic, but did have modern conveniences, like running water, bathroom, and a shower. Although sparsely furnished, there were a couple of lamps and wooden tables, and a comfortable couch facing the fireplace. They settled down in it together and sipped their wine. They were shoulder to shoulder, legs touching through the robes.
The rain was getting even stronger now. The wind was picking up as the heart of the storm was approaching. They had made it up just in time. The mountain roads were no fun to drive on in rain and wind. They just enjoyed the fire crackling and the wind whipping the flames around, and the closeness of each other. Relaxing and talking for a while. "Are you glad we came up here for the weekend, Ros?"
"Oh yes, Dan. Thanks for planning this and making it happen. We have been so busy that we both needed this retreat very badly. It is so good to get away and just unwind and relax for a change. And I AM very relaxed after you taking care of me there in the kitchen. It was just what I needed to take the edge off."
"My pleasure, babe." And he turned to kiss her on those full, moist lips. She turned to meet his lips. They pressed their lips together, moving slightly, and he touched her face with his big strong hand, caressing it ever so gently. He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, then to her ear lobes. "Umm, that's nice. Feels good" she said.
She placed a hand on his thigh, feeling his strong muscles there. She kissed his ear, then his eyelids, then back to his mouth. This time, their tongues searched out each other's and met between their moistened lips, barely touching at first, then pressing harder, and now moving around, more and more, fighting for position like a bull fighter. Stabbing, retreating, around and in the side of the mouth, then full on, attacking, their firm muscles seemingly going for the kill. His other hand was on her thigh now, feeling her strong, though soft leg through the cotton robe.
Somewhere off in the distance the first lighting bolt struck. They did not see it, however, the following crack of thunder jolted them both. Instantly realizing what it was, they felt safe, and pressed even closer together for protection and comfort from the storm. His hand was rubbing up her leg now, and she followed, up and down his leg. Still kissing, he trailed his lips over to her ear and neck, little lip trails and gentle sucking up and down from her ear to her shoulder. "Ummm, That's good. Keep it up."
The hand that was on her face went lower now, touching her neck, her shoulder, the chest above her cleavage. She had her other hand on his arms now, then feeling his strong chest as his breathing was increasing while he kissed her face and neck. His hand found the opening at the top of the robe and his fingertips trailed a path inside to her gently rising breast. He moved around it, circling it, making up for the urgency in the kitchen earlier, taking his time. She showed her acceptance by moving her hand further up his leg until it touched his penis. It was much smaller and softer than a while ago, but her touch was definitely not lost on his senses. He responded by touching her large, dark brown aureole, then her nipple. It was already half firm from the expectation. It rose up even more, getting hard as a pencil eraser as he tweaked it between his thumb and fingers. The feel of her breast and her hand rubbing on his crotch had a positive effect. He was getting aroused again, as was she.
