Here's the second of the requested fantasies - I'm still currently taking them in the order in which they were requested - this one was asked for by Kelly - this is what she asked for:

"Being in a nice log Cabin near a lake with a thunderstorm coming. Having slow and sexy fun in front of a nice fire place..."

hope you enjoy it Kelly - here's the first part, setting the scene... x


It's been a delightful holiday - you've been touring the lakes, driving around and enjoying the sights, and today, just for a change, you've left your car behind and gone walking round one of the more remote lakes, taking in the incredible views, getting the chance to be alone and enjoy yourself.

It's getting late in the afternoon now - all was going well until the weather began to change. Sunshine has been quickly obscured by increasingly darkening clouds, and as the afternoon wears on, it's getting darker by the minute, thunder rumbling threateningly overhead. A couple of flashes of lightning, and it's clear the storm is about to break - you're out in the open here, not at all dressed for bad weather - the question is - where to take cover?

Very suddenly, the rain begins to pour down - the sky very dark now, lightning streaking across the clouds, the sudden downpour splashing at your feet, drenching your clothes - if you don't find somewhere to take cover quickly, you're going to be very cold and very wet.

The closest place to take refuge is an old log cabin on the shore, about a hundred yards away. You can see smoke drifting from the chimney - someone is in - maybe they'll take pity on you and let you inside to get dry. You run towards the cabin, rain streaming down you as you dash towards it - there's a light on in the cabin - you run to the door and knock hard, hoping whoever is inside will hear you over the rain splashing on the roof, the rumbling thunder crashing overhead, and let you in.

You hear footsteps from inside, and the door opens...

... and I look at you from the doorway...

You're framed in the door, backlit by streaks of lightning, your hair and clothes drenched by the rain, clinging to you - you're looking wet and bedraggled, but somehow very very sexy, as though the storm has delivered you right to my door. I look at you for a moment, taking you all in, you're clothes practically transparent from the rain, more rainwater dripping from your hair, down across your face, and you look back at me, both of us hesitant for a moment, our eyes fixed on each other, sexual signals passing between us both, until you suddenly blurt out: "Please... I need to take cover, I'm getting drenched... can I come in for a few minutes...?" I snap out of it, stepping back to let you come in: "Of course... yes, of course you can... please, come right in..."

You come into the cabin - inside it's warm and gently lit - as I lead you through to the sitting room, you can see a fire roaring in the fireplace, a thick soft rug in front of it, a large soft chair pulled up to the fire, a book discarded next to the chair, the whole room lit softly by a couple of gas lamps - clearly I had been reading and relaxing by the fireside.

"Are you sure I'm not interrupting...?' you ask, a little nervously, suddenly slightly embarrassed, taking another look at me. Our eyes meet again - and once again there's an instant connection - something passes between us... an understanding... I can see you're attracted to me, and it's mutual... again my gaze glances down your body, almost against my will - you look so primal, so sexual, standing there by the doorway of the room, rainwater dripping from your hair, your face, your clothes - I look at you again, trying not to think about it. "No, really... it's fine... please, come by the fire or you'll catch your death...". I lead you closer to the fire - for a moment my hand brushes across your back as I encourage you gently towards the warmth of the fire - the touch is electric... you can't understand it, but you're suddenly very, very turned on...

"You're very wet..." I say, "I think you need to get out of those damp clothes. Let me see if I can find something for you..." "Okay..." you smile, watching me for a moment as I step out of the room. You look down at yourself - it's true, you're almost soaked to the skin, you're going to have to get out of your damp clothes. You slip out of your wet top, pulling it over your head and dropping it onto the floor, taking off your shoes, then doing the same with your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down, tugging them all the way off, leaving you in your underwear. Your bra and panties are damp too - the rainwater has soaked all the way through - but you suddenly feel a little embarrassed again - you crouch down by the roaring fire, feeling the flames warming you a little, hoping it'll help you dry out.

You hear my footsteps again as I step back into the room, and you glance towards me, seeing me framed in the doorway. Again our eyes meet - you look at me, your gaze travelling down my body, looking at me, taking it in, lust suddenly drifting through you again, despite yourself. I look back at you, seeing you crouched by the fire in the low light, almost naked, the flames giving your skin a delicious golden glow, my gaze wandering over your body, suddenly filled with the desire to touch you, to caress you...

I try to snap out of it again, stepping towards you, passing you a long white towelling dressing gown. "I found this for you... thought you could wear it while I take your clothes to dry...". "Thankyou..", you smile, taking the gown from me, getting up from the fire. I smile at you again. "Did you, er... did you want to give me your underwear too..? I don't mean to stare or anything, but it looks very wet...". You blush a little. "Yes..." you answer, smiling, "please... will you just turn around a second while I take it off..?" "... yes... of course..." I smile, turning round for a moment.

You hesitate, looking at me at the doorway, my back turned to you, yor gaze drifting down my body, checking out my bum, my long legs... and you make a decision, your heart in your mouth for a moment, wondering if you're just being crazy - but the impulse is there... you decide to go with it...

"I can't quite reach the clasp of my bra..." you say, gently, almost seductively, a slight nervous tremor in your voice, "would you mind... would you mind unhooking it for me... if that's okay...?" I turn back to face you, our eyes meeting again, our gaze now very sexual, almost greedy. I smile, and step towards you. "Of course," I reply, "turn around, I'll help you...". I move up close behind you, so close we're almost touching... my hands brush against your back, my fingers finding the clasp to your bra... you're almost trembling now... I undo the clasp, and you slide your hands up to cup your breasts, holding the bra in place as I slide the straps from your shoulders... you turn around, looking at me, your hands still holding the bra in place... I look at you.. you look back, holding my gaze... and you slowly let the bra drop to the carpet...

I look at you, my gaze drifting down to your naked breasts... my heart beating faster... wanting you... I slide a hand to your waist, gently pulling you towards me... looking down at you again, my hand sliding gently up your body... up towards your breasts... drifting up... touching you... caressing you gently... my fingertips drifting over and around your erect nipple... and I pull you towards me, our bodies pressed close now, my fingers moving your hair out of the way, leaning down and kissing your neck, then biting playfully, as you melt into my arms... into my body...

more to follow... x



Mood: warm and horny
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