She tried really hard to ignore him - really, really hard. Most of the men who passed through her day didn't even draw her attention, but he was different. Even when she didn't see him, he was constantly on her mind. She had tried to talk herself out of her attraction to him for a while, but realized it was futile. How could she not be attracted to him? Smart him. Funny him. Very, very sexy him.
He was conflicted - very conflicted. As a married man, he shouldn't have done anything more than notice his colleague's good looks and then get back to work. But there was more to her than her looks - although he did enjoy her long legs, curvy hips, and ample breasts - she was smart, she made him laugh, she cared about others (including him, as she'd shown time and again), and she was just the right amount of provocative.
Her obvious attraction to him plus his outgoing nature caused a lot of sparks. Once, after their coworkers had all scattered for the night, he had grabbed her in the hallway and pulled her close to him because the flirtatious tension was too much. They fit so well together because they were both tall, and the feeling of her soft curves pressing into his harness as she looked up at him aroused them both. It could only be madness for them to be acting this way - in public and around their coworkers. Surely this was dangerous. It was only a matter of time until these sparks turned into fire. If they were going to explore this flirtation further, they needed to get away so they didn't get burned.
He had an unwritten rule that he wouldn't text her, and - while she disliked this rule - it made sense. The virtual distance prevented them from getting too emotionally close. The heat from the times they would run into each other at work smoldered for the long periods in between. Given that he so rarely texted her, she was surprised the day that her message indicator lit up and she had a text waiting from him. When she read the text she was even more surprised, because the text was asking her if they could go away for the weekend. He had a great cover story: writing retreat... who could argue with that given their profession?
She was shocked. Would their families buy this getaway excuse? She was also excited. She knew their families wouldn't think twice about this cover story because they'd both gone on writing retreats separately for work before! Although she was nervous, she agreed to meet him. They picked a weekend when the fall weather would likely be crisp but not too chilly, and there weren't things going on with their families. He took charge of planning the getaway, and texted her to meet him at the cabin in the North Country. He said he'd "drop a pin" with the exact location on the morning they were to meet.
She had no idea what he'd planned for their weekend - beyond the obvious intimate time together - so she ended up packing quite a bit for the trip... hiking gear, casual clothes, a black dress that flattered her curves, and a few pieces of lingerie. She also threw her research and writing materials into her backpack, since that was the supposed reason for the trip and it was important to keep the cover story solid. She had just finished packing when her cell phone pinged announcing the text with the pin for the location of the cabin.
He had remembered the cabin from a story she had told him when they first met. It took him a while to find the right place because there were so many cabins in the North Country, but there was only one like this. It sat on a low bluff and was surrounded on three sides by a rushing river. The cabin was really more like a house and had a ton of features that were perfect for a romantic getaway. As he thought about the cabin's perks she'd told him about - the hot tub on the patio, a wood burning fireplace, the large farm style kitchen table, a jacuzzi tub in the master bath, the four-poster bed - his mind vividly pictured fucking her in each place. Just the thought of it made him instantly hard. He hoped she wasn't delayed in getting to the cabin and that the pin brought her to him by the fastest possible route, as he was starting to get uncomfortably aroused and needed her there to help bring him to release.
He had arrived at the cabin a bit ahead of her and checked the place over. It really was as nice as she'd said it was. He wasn't sure where he'd have her in first, but he was sure he'd have her in all the places before the weekend was through. Funny - he hadn't even thought about the "writing weekend" cover story even once since he'd arrived.
He was prepping dinner when he heard her car pull in. He expected her to be nervous or even a bit aloof at first, as that's how their interactions often started. He didn't know what to make of that, but she knew that it was because she was fighting an internal battle over him whenever she wasn't with him... but as soon as she saw him that battle was over and she was instantly happy and no longer conflicted.
So he was surprised when she raced into the cabin, dropped her bag by the door, and raced to him. He was a little overwhelmed at her enthusiasm and was about to comment when she started kissing him - a million little kisses all over him - and then she whispered into his ear, "you remembered" and then turned his mouth toward her and began to kiss him deeply.
She pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, stroked his tongue with hers, and moaned softly as she pulled his hips into hers. "I've been getting so excited to see you during the drive," she said. "I kept thinking of you, and the uninterrupted time we'll have together... and all the things we can do." She stopped talking, kissed him again as she pulled him into her while she leaned back against the kitchen table. Her leggings, tank top, and unbuttoned flannel shirt made it very easy for him to feel her body... her full breasts pushing into his chest, her hips grinding against his... especially when she kept pulling his body into hers as she kept kissing him.
"I missed you," she said. "I've been thinking about you the whole drive - and getting very excited to see you." With that, she took his hand and slipped it into the front of her pants. She guided him past her lace panties, past her neatly trimmed bush, and ran his finger over her wet clit. She felt an electric shock rock her pussy as he touched her and she arched her back and moaned with pleasure. "Did you miss me?," she murmured while hating herself for needing to ask the question.
"Yes, of course," he said as he continued to finger her while she writhed on the sturdy wooden table. "I've been thinking of you, and doing this, and just being able to relax with you this weekend."
"Show me how much you missed me," she said. "I need to feel all of you in me."
With that, he decided dinner could wait; he was going to explore her body. What they were really hungry for was the pleasure and comfort they could find in each other.
Feeling how wet she was and seeing how happy she was to see him really turned him on. Her response to him was undeniable. Every time he swept his finger across her clit, she'd gasp a bit and arch her back. She began rocking her hips in rhythm to his finger, moaning under his touch. Soon it became too much for her and she screamed out in release.
As his hand stilled and she quieted, she looked up at him from the table with smoldering eyes and a small smile eased across her face. "Your turn," she said mischievously, and then pulled herself up and into his chest. "I'm going to make you cum now," she whispered softly against his lips as her hand wandered down to his cock.
He nodded and then groaned as her hand wrapped firmly around his dick. He was really hard, and she could feel him throbbing in her hand.
She began to stroke him slowly and then asked, "do you want my hand or my mouth on you?"
He wanted both - now - he thought, but couldn't get the words out fast enough.
