I so needed a vacation badly. I couldn't find more than a part-time job, my apartment was too small, and I'd been single so long that my mother thought I was a lesbian. I couldn't believe she asked me if I was gay last week. The question just made my mind spin. I was in a dire situation, the best and cheapest idea I could come up with was to spend an off-season weekend at a nearby ski resort.
When I arrived the place was all but deserted. Perfect. I went up the steps to the lobby and approached the front desk. A man about my age with dark luscious skin was working diligently on what I thought was paperwork. But I soon realized it was a crossword puzzle. He looked up just in time to catch my amused grin and his handsome smile took me off guard.
"Do you know a seven-letter word for showing appreciation?"
"Fucking?" I quickly guessed, without thinking.
He stared at me, and the corner of his sensuously masculine mouth lifted up in a grin. My face went flush.
"Or...valuing?" I stammered. "My name is Cloe Rose, I have a cabin reserved for this weekend."
He handed me the keys and a guest information sheet. "Here you go, Cloe." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. "I gave you an upgraded cabin and you are in cabin number twelve. My name is Lavon, and please call me if you need anything at all. I'm the manager."
"Thanks."
I practically ran back to my car. My cheeks were burning and the early spring heat wasn't helping me one bit.
I followed the signs until I found the cabin in a grove of tall evergreen trees. I grabbed my suitcase, opened the front door and went inside. I then peeked out the living room window. There was a huge hot tub on the back deck that was completely private with a steam meandering through the trees. The cabin was way more than I expected, rustic with the top of the line accommodations. After exploring the cabin I wondered what I should do first. I glanced back at my suitcase, might as well start the trip off strong and indulge myself in a little personal pleasure. I went into the bedroom and closed the drapes then unzipped my suitcase, took out my vibrator and stripped down to my tank top and panties before settling on the comfy bed.
I twisted the bottom of my erotic contraption, starting it on a low setting like I always do. With Lavon the hunky resort manager in my mind, I pressed the buzzing vibrator against my panty-covered clit. My body responded immediately to the stimulation. My pink nipples puckered, my thighs clenched and I felt that familiar euphoric sensation rush through my veins. I closed my eyes and sighed, bringing a hand up to touch my breast, squeezing my throbbing nipple, sliding my hand under the flimsy cotton fabric for better contact. I imagined Lavon's dark hands were on me. What did it matter that I lusted after him. He was fucking sexy, and I would never see him again.
Then I realized my vibrator wasn't the only thing buzzing.
I froze. All thoughts of finishing myself off were erased from my mind. I opened my eyes and turned off the vibrator, senses on red alert. The other buzzing continued. A wasp was flying around, bouncing against the ceiling, looking for a way out, or just maybe his next victim. I flew off the bed grabbed the info sheet and was out the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind me. I was on the phone in an instant, calling the front desk.
"This is Lavon, how can I help you?"
I was warmed by the sound of Lavon's voice but was in no position to enjoy it.