The ad in the paper sounded fantastic – ‘Romantic private chalets in the mountains, jacuzzi, fireplace, private dining’. How could she resist? The price was a little steep, so she hesitated. But the week before her vacation, she hadn’t found anything that sounded better, so she called and made the reservations.
Cindy and Bob took turns planning their vacations. The year before, he chose Williamsburg. They spent busy days tearing around Busch Gardens having a wonderful time. Cindy hadn’t been on a roller coaster in years, and had never had the nerve to ride the Loch Ness Monster, but she loved it. So this year, since it was her turn, she chose something more relaxing. She didn’t want to have to get up at 7:00 am to be at the park when it opened. She wanted to forget alarm clocks, pagers and phones for a few days.
The week flew quickly by and before they knew it, they were on their way to the Poconos in northeastern Pennsylvania. They took their time, driving through Amish country, stopping at an historic inn in Strasburg for lunch, and doing some shopping at the outlets. Cindy was still surprised that Bob liked to shop, even more than she did. He even dragged her into the kitchen gadget stores. Of course, he also dragged her into the Black & Decker outlet, telling her that next year their vacation would be to the Craftsmen outlet in Chicago.
The road to the resort was long. With each passing mile, they joked about what they would find when, or if, they finally got there. Bob made comments about The Shining. Cindy pointed out a run-down shack and guessed that it was their cottage. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot. All around them were little white cabins. The paint was peeling, but they looked nice, if not quite what they had pictured. The grounds were well landscaped, the lawns mowed. Still, Cindy was a bit nervous as they walked in to register. She knew Bob would tease her and never let her forget if this vacation was a disaster.
Arriving as late as they did, they had to rush over to the dining room before they stopped serving dinner. After dinner, Cindy and Bob found their cabin. When he opened the door and said ‘Oh, it smells like Grandma’s house’, Cindy’s heart sank. She knew this was going to be the vacation from hell. After some fumbling, Bob found the light switch and turned it on. Well, the room wasn’t bad. It wasn’t the luxurious private chalet she had imagined, but it was clean, even if it hadn’t been redecorated since she was in diapers. The main room had a love seat, coffee table, desk, and fireplace. The ‘bedroom’ adjoined, after a step up. The only door led to the bathroom, and the jacuzzi was in another room off from that.
They brought in their bags and started to unpack. As Cindy opened the dresser to put away her clothes, she noticed there was writing at the bottom of the drawer. ‘Amy loves Steve, 1982’. There were other signings too. Everything from a wonderful story about a couple that had returned to the same room every few years over their 20 year marriage to the more risque comments about what people had done in the room and where. Bob opened one of his drawers and found more. Every drawer in the place had writing in it. They spent the next half-hour laughing and sighing over the writings of couples that had stayed in the room before them.
Cindy was exhausted. The day had been long and she was never one for long rides in the car. Bob suggested a relaxing bath and a good night’s sleep. He started running water into the jacuzzi. As it filled, they read more drawer signings. They promised each other to sign a drawer before they left. The room seemed somehow cozier now. Cindy supposed it was the love expressed in the writings. Finally the tub filled and Bob called her into the bathroom. Slowly, he undressed her, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and rubbing her back. He had her step into the tub, and then quickly undressed and joined her, sitting at the opposite end and pulling her feet into his lap. For the next fifteen minutes, they closed their eyes and relaxed, letting the hectic pace of the day bubble away in the swirling waters.
Bob’s hands, which had been rubbing Cindy’s feet, soon started traveling up her calves. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. Oh, how well she knew that smile! She smiled herself, closing her eyes again, as she wiggled her foot around a bit. His hands traveled up her legs, across her hips, until they reached her hands, which were folded across her tummy. He pulled her upright, then leaned over to kiss her lips softly, then up to the tip of her nose, eliciting that giggle, across her cheek to her ear, and back to the corner of her mouth. She sighed her contentment, and turned her head slightly to return his kisses, darting her tongue out to taste his lips.
She got up to her knees, glancing down to see the tops of her breasts emerge from the water all covered in bubbles. She didn’t have to look at him to know where his eyes were. He could never seem to get enough of those wonderful breasts of hers. Sometimes, after making love, they fell asleep, his hand still cupping her as they spooned. But Cindy was not thinking of sleep now, even though less than a half-hour before, she had been afraid she would nod off any minute. She grabbed a handful of wate, letting it pour between her fingers, rinsing the suds from her breasts. The feel of the water droplets and the cool air of the room, after the warmth of the water, caused her nipples to pucker.
Still, Bob had not moved, not even blinked. Cindy wasn’t even sure he was breathing. She rinsed her other breast then cupped them together, her index fingers running over her hardening nipples. She inched closer still to Bob and he lowered his head to bury his face between them. As his own hands rose to take her offering, Cindy’s reached for Bob, pulling him closer. As his mouth found the side of her breast and wandered slowly around, she tilted her head back with a sigh.
When he flicked his tongue across her nipple, Cindy’s eyes flew open and she sucked in her breath. She felt a jolt all the way to her toes. After a second of surprise, she noticed the mirrors surrounding the tub, and she watched him enjoying her breasts from many different angles.
After a moment or two, she turned around, sitting on his lap facing away from him, giggling a bit as she felt his already hard cock poke her butt. His hands again found their way to her breasts, as his lips went for her neck, to that very special place that sends goosebumps all the way down her arm. She watched him in the mirror, his eyes closed, as his tongue glided across her shoulder and back up her neck. Sensing her watching him, his eyes opened and met hers in the mirror. Still, they had not spoken a word. The only sound in the room was from the bubbling of the jacuzzi.
Cindy pulled herself up to her knees, her elbows resting on the edge of the deep tub and looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. ‘Come here,’ she commanded, still smiling. Bob quickly moved behind her, his knees moving between hers. His strong hands ran down her back, pushing the bubbles off of her. In the mirror, she watched him looking down at her ass, mostly still under the water. His eyes met hers in the mirror as his hands moved to her hips, and he pulled her gently back toward him, his cock sliding downward, looking for its favorite home.
Slowly he slid into her. The water had washed away some, but not all, of her wetness, so it took a few seconds. But when he was all the way in, they both sighed. They began the slow, sensual dance they both knew so well. No thrusting, but just a slow gentle rocking back and forth motion. Still they were silent, gazing into one another’s eyes in the mirror. Bob’s hand slid down into the water, sliding between Cindy’s legs. With the pad of his middle finger resting on her clit, and the other fingers on either side holding the soft smooth skin of her labia, he held her, his fingers still, but sending waves of pleasure through her as their rocking continued. His other hand held her breast, his fingers brushing against her tight nipple with every movement. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, murmuring that she loved him and how wonderful he felt.
After a while, Bob pulled back and stood up in the tub. Standing, Cindy turned and moved into his arms. Their lips met in a slow kiss. Taking her hand and pulling her from the tub, he wiped the bubbles from them with a soft towel. He pulled her over to the chair and she stretched out, looking at him with a smile. The chair was not really a chair, but more like a permanently reclined recliner. It was soft and oh-so-very comfortable. He climbed into the chair on top of her and kissed her again.
Bob slipped inside Cindy, quickly this time, making her gasp in pleasure. Their tongues danced as he slid in and out of her. Her hands went to his ass, feeling his buttocks tighten with each firm stroke. She felt her orgasm build quickly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him, pulling him into her even further. She groaned loudly and buried her face in his neck as she came. After a few seconds, when she regained control of her muscles, she dug her heels into his ass and fucked him hard from underneath him. Bob groaned, his breathing rasping in and out of his mouth as he moved closer and closer to his own orgasm. Cindy slowed, knowing so well how to keep him right on that edge. Finally, she told him, ‘Come for me Bob’. They stroked hard, together, two or three more times, and she felt him grow even harder inside her, as he too, went over the edge. There were more hard thrusts as he started to come, breathing her name, which drove her over the edge again. They came together, loudly and passionately, for what seemed like forever.
Exhausted, they collapsed into each other’s arms, Bob rolling off to the side a bit, Cindy scooting over to give him some room. They smiled at each other. He leaned over to kiss her, and she asked, "Now, how are we going to get this chair out of this room and take it home without being caught?"
Yes, this wonderful place really exists. The staff is marvelous, the food delicious, the rooms are nice, and oh, that chair!!!! Their web site really stinks, but if you want more information, go to http://www.birchwoodresort.com
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