Closing the Lake Cottage

I have placed this story in the "general" catagory, although it contains masturbation, voyeurism, and fantasy. It is a true story of my first night alone at our lake cottage two weekends ago. As you can see, I have an very active imagination and love to masturbate.

It’s a four-hour drive to our lake cottage and the fall is a wonderful time there. My husband works on Saturday mornings and I have Friday afternoons off, so I thought I would get a head start in closing up the cottage and left Friday afternoon. It was a little rainy but the drive is always beautiful no matter what the season and weather. I purchased a Harry Potter CD series and was listening to it to stay caught up with our grandchildren. I have this fantasy of Harry getting on with Cho. Anyway, the drive went quickly and I found myself pulling onto the packed sand driveway, through the trees and shrubs towards the cottage.

It appeared that all our neighbors were thinking about doing the same thing. There are only a few, five besides us to be exact. I knew it would be a bonfire night at someone’s place and was looking forward to the chill of the night and the warmth of the mesmerizing flames. Sometimes I think the fall is the best time at the lake.

The cottage was damp and cool, so I turned up the gas fireplace, which is the only means of heat. We have never winterized the place because the weather is just too unpredictable in the upper Midwest to chance a trip. So it stays closed most of the winter except twice when we take family ski trips. There was something erotic about the place this time. I was alone, a little chilly, but the place was warming up and all aglow in the fireplace flames. The sun was low as dusk darkened the lake and woods. I did not turn on any lights because the atmosphere was so endearing. I curled up on the couch next to the fireplace and wrapped myself up in the many soft blankets we have and soon was toasty warm…and horny.

It wasn’t long before my jeans were down to my knees and my hand in my panties. My fingers were slowly exploring what I already knew was there, but I was trying to take my time and wait until after the bonfire when I was warm and cozy in bed. Soon I found that the jeans were not very comfortable around my knees and I was feeling a little contained in all the blankets, so I slipped off the jeans and panties. That was much better and I had full access to my thighs and tummy, which I like to rub and caress as I start to masturbate. I was definitely wet and could slide my middle finger around my clitoris and down each side of my lips with ease and then tease my hole with just a little insertion. I soon found myself dwelling a little too long on my clit and wanting that nearing orgasm very much. I have always liked this stage of masturbation. Not quite where you have to make a decision as whether to climax or not, but close enough to have to think about it.

I didn’t have much time to dwell on that topic when a knock came to the back door. It was obvious I was there, so I lurched away from my cozy masturbation mindset and quickly slipped on my jeans. As I approached the door, I could see Leah’s (real name) outline. She and her husband are in their mid-30s, five boys, successful, but very friendly. He is quite a hunk, disarming smile, helpful. She is warm and friendly, and attractive. Her warm smile greeted me as I let her in and she gave me a sack of apples from their orchard. I knew what they were for. I make killer apple pie and will make one for anyone anytime. She invited me over to the bonfire at their place and we said our goodbyes.

As she let the door close, I watched her shapely figure disappear into the darkness. Five boys and still very attractive. She had had two affairs in the last three years. The first one with a high school sweetheart and her husband had found out the hard way. He had heard it from a friend. The second affair happened very spontaneously. She met an older man with very similar interests and they clicked…and more. Her husband does not know about that one. She called the affair off after finally realizing the great loss she would have if her husband found out again. I know because she confided in me both times and I remember becoming very aroused, in spite of her tears and sorrow of infidelity. I masturbated to a fast and intense orgasm just minutes after we hugged and she left. Not that ever want to have an affair and I really have not found it very enticing. Seems to be full of trouble and sorrow, but something about the spark in her eyes as she unveiled the attractiveness of her lovers that really got to me.

Here I am, standing at the back door, panties wet with my juices and the chill of the cottage seeping into my clothes. I can feel my heartbeat in my clit and know that had Leah not come to the door, I probably would have been into the throws of an orgasm by now. The thought made me slip my hand into my jeans and feel the hot wetness there. As I encircled my clit with my finger, my knees buckled slightly and a leaned back on the kitchen wall for support. I missed the ball of warmth on the couch next to the fire, but my clitoris needed attention right now.

My breath came quicker and the tingling started between my legs. I could see the flames from the fireplace flicker throughout the darkened cottage. As I looked out the kitchen window, forms were stacking wood in a fire pit. I remembered Leah’s confession of torrid love in hotels and campers. Soon I was shaking as the first wave shot through my thighs and make my knees buckle even more. I was hunched over in a spasm, my hand caught in my jeans, thoroughly rubbing my swollen clitoris. Low grunts of pleasure came from my throat as I braced for the second and third wave of excitement and pleasure. I was not at all disappointed and shuddered with each one. Little spasms tapered off that pleasurable moment and I found myself bend over, bent kneed, my hand soaking wet in my jeans. As I slipped my hand out, the wetness trailed up my soft, warm tummy. I smelled my own juices and was satisfied at the musky odor of love.

I am one of those people who like my musky love scent, so I just pulled up my pants and went about making a small supper consisting of a cheese toastie, chips and a Coke. My smell was on my hand, but I like it that way. Soon everything around was dark except for a small fire at Leah’s place. I will like the warmth of the bonfire and evening of friends and talk.

After that quick supper, I put on a heavy jacket and joined the few people at Leah’s cottage. She was busy putting out chips, cookies, and drinks, so I helped her. Kids were running around, some with sticks in the fire, others just rough-housing. The evening air was definitely becoming cool and damp and soon about 25 people were all around the fire talking, drinking, and enjoying the warmth. The smell of hotdogs and burned marshmallows filled the air as the kids took turns preparing their burned sacrifice. Soon chairs, stools, and logs encircled the fire pit. Young children were falling asleep and we all became mesmerized by the flickering flames.

I decided to help bring in the cans and food and looked forward to my own warm bed. As I passed the bedroom door in Leah’s cottage, I could hear the shower going. A quick glance revealed the door open by about five or more inches and steam filled the bathroom. I heard footsteps behind me so I continued into the kitchen but my mind was racing with all kinds of erotic imaginations. As I returned to the fire, I made a mental note as to who was missing from Leah’s family and found it was her husband. I was torn between my intense voyeur tendencies and respect for my neighbor and friend. My mind told me to let it be but my clit was already winning the argument (who says only men have brains between their legs).

I told Leah to just stay outside and watch the kids and I would be glad to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Her five boys were already a handful and she quickly smiled and ran after one of them chasing another child with a glowing stick. I instantly turned towards the cottage and headed for the door. My legs were actually a little shaky as I slowly slipped past the bedroom door that was still ajar. They have a beautiful bedroom, walk-in closet, and private bathroom to themselves. Who wouldn’t want that with a clan of five boys! The bathroom door was wide open and the shower still running, but I chickened out and went to the kitchen, but only for a second. No one was around and I knew I had better take this opportunity before it vaporized into only fantasy dreams.

My heart was pounding as I opened the bedroom door just wide enough to slip inside. I could smell the soap and shampoo from the shower and it actually make my mouth water. As I approached the bathroom, the shower suddenly stopped and the door slid open. I froze in my tracks and waited. I could hear him humming and supposed he was drying off, so I crept closer and was rewarded with a dim, fuzzy outline of a man’s reflection in the mirror above the sink. The mirror itself was clouded over with steam but the shape was unmistakably Art’s.

I had often watched Art with his entourage of boys playing in the water, skiing, sometimes just laying out in the sun on the dock. It was difficult not to watch his young, strong body as picked up a boy and threw him into the water in play. He was a collegiate wrestler in his younger days and kept pretty fit in spite of his executive position in the city. The ever-present bulge in his swim trunks was always an attraction that even Leah mentioned from time to time. She was not shy about describing his penis as large and thick which fueled my imagination even more. Frequently I would have to excuse myself for a quick pleasure session in the bathroom only to return to Art’s virile image and more fantasy.

A towel quickly wiped off the mirror and I realized if I wasn’t careful, he would also be able to see me, so I quietly moved away and was partially hidden by the bed. Art finished drying off watching himself in the mirror. I was quite surprised, but pleased as he stepped back and raised his penis and balls with his hand and watched them in the mirror. He started squeezing and kneading them and soon a huge erection was visible making my clit ache and knees quiver. Without missing a step, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and slowly stroked.

Wetness filled my panties in an instant, but I was in a very awkward position and could not get to my crotch. It was torture having watch this grown man pleasuring himself so naturally while watching in the mirror. I grasped the crotch of my jeans, but they were too thick and tight to send any pleasurable sensation to my clitoris. This was indeed a frustrating situation. I had no choice but to unbutton and unzip my jeans so I could reach that throbbing ache between my legs.

Art’s hand went faster and his other hand squeezed his sack and balls. By the time I got into my panties and felt the hot, musky wetness there, he was starting to buckle at the knees and jerk spastically. This was all the wrong timing for me I tried to rush my orgasm, but I couldn’t go fast enough. He stepped right next to the sink and squirted his cum there. It was a wonderful sight watching him on his tiptoes trying to control the squirts so they landed discreetly in the sink. I could tell he was struggling, watched the muscles of his thighs tighten and his arms ripple as he tensed and stroked.

It was all frustrating and wonderful at the same time. I knew I only had a few minutes to relieve myself and get back to the kitchen, but Art then strode into the bedroom and I was terrified I would be discovered. I crouched next to the bed as he went into the walk-in closet. I ten sprang from the side of the bed and raced for the bedroom door only to hear someone coming through the front door. I watched as Leah and another friend passed the door then quickly slipped into the closet across the hallway pretending to look for dishtowels. My pants were around my thighs but the heavy jacket covered any sign they were actually down. Leah heard me fumbling around and my explanation seemed adequate. She said I looked a little flushed and perhaps I had a fever.

She wasn’t all that wrong! My heart was racing and I broke out into a sweat. As I raised my hand to wipe my brow, the pungent, musky smell of my pussy was obvious, at least to me. Leah pulled my hand away from my forehead and replaced it with hers and agreed with herself that I had a fever and could be coming down with something. She held that same hand and marched me back to our cottage where it was still dark except for the warm, yellow flickering from the fireplace. Leah was such an attentive and motherly woman and I was utterly shocked to learn of her affairs. What had gone on between she and Art that led her to another man…two other men?

I excused myself, went to the bathroom and wiped my soaking pussy. I glanced at the wetness between my legs and saw the redness of my swollen clitoris. Images and thoughts were swimming in my little brain when I heard Leah knock at the bathroom door and ask if I was all right. I murmured a quiet yes, pulled up my jeans and went back to the den where Leah had rearranged the pillows and blankets in a nice, cozy pile. I sunk into them half fatigued but knowing what I would be doing the second she left.

She sat down beside me and pulled me down on her lap and lightly stroked my temple and neck. We had held each other and caressed before, but it was after many hot tears of anguish after she confided in me regarding her affairs. I had not thought of it as sensual, but tonight, in my heightened state of arousal, I was enjoying her soft touch and attention. My body relaxed and melted into her lap and the pulsating began in earnest between my legs. It was unmistakable that Leah was comforting me and had no pretense of arousing me, but her hand upon my face and the warmth of her care and love was overwhelming me. I decided not to fight it but to enjoy her presence and interpret it in my fantasy as a loving female partner, not unlike my older sister when we were young.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and snuggled into her abdomen. She scooted down a bit on the couch which made her legs part slightly. In an instant I could smell her muskiness and reveled in this moment of sensuality. Certainly she was oblivious to my feelings right then, thinking she was offering me comfort and companionship, while I was soaking in her smell and warmth becoming almost painfully aroused. I had to suppress my desire to kiss her tummy all the way up to her breasts and then her neck and mouth. I wanted to cup her smallish breasts and feel her nipples harden in arousal and feel her breathing quicken.

I tensed my thighs together and felt the familiar squish of my wet pussy. I could imagine her hand slipping into my jeans and finding a warm, wet pussy with a hard engorged clitoris ready for teasing and playfulness. I rhythmically squeezed my thighs hoping it was discreet enough that she wouldn’t notice. I knew it would not be enough for me to reach an orgasm, besides, how would explain such behavior? But the rhythmic pressure was enough to send hot tingling sensations down my thighs and make my tummy tighten with pleasure.

I was now in a fantasy place I had never been before. This was an uncharted territory of sensuality that I was thoroughly enjoying, but left me somewhat exasperated at the same time. It was almost like trying to decide to have that wonderful, shattering orgasm while masturbating, or stopping short and trying to then build it back up again. But the moment came to an abrupt end when a knock at the door did some shattering on its own. Art walked into the kitchen and asked if everything was all right.

He was dressed in jeans and a heavy sweatshirt, hiding those rippling muscles I had been masturbating to not that long ago. Yes that bulge was more than evident in his crotch as he came up to Leah and kissed her. He had recognized the tenderness of the moment and my moment of fantasy and bliss was slowly ebbing away. Leah said she would join him after she knew I was safe in bed. I told her I was just fine and that she should join her family. We stood up and as I turned to face her, she hugged me, placing her hand tenderly on the back of my head and pushing my face into her neck. It was a wonderful place to be and I relished it if only for mere seconds. We gave each other a quick kiss on the lips and off she went saying she would check on me first thing in the morning.

I was still a bit stunned at the reverie of the past hour. How was I to proceed with pleasuring myself? There were so many options and many fantasies to spurn me onto a powerful, crashing orgasm…then another…and finally a third. I drifted off into a deep sleep, both hands wet with my love juices, my body sweaty and flushed from the strain and depth of my orgasms.