Special Moments

I was sitting on my front porch that evening when my phone rang. When I saw who was calling I dreaded answering it. My neighbor Lalissa and I were just sitting there enjoying pleasant conversation as we had many times. Larissa was hard working and personable, raising two sons in a house she struggled to afford by herself since her husband Tommy had left her claiming he needed his “space”, whatever that means. I thought he’d actually did Lalissa a favor though as he never struck me as much of a man anyway and he certainly didn’t deserve her. In her mid 30’s, Lalissa was biracial with lovely eyes, a beautiful smile, and a somewhat attractive figure…buxom with wide hips. Overweight but not obese. I’d grown to care for her very much. We had a wonderful report, not in a sexual way but as dear friends and I helped her any way I could. 

Excusing myself to take that phone call, it was my father. He only called when he needed something and was quite elderly, so I always answered. He proceeded to inform me that his brothers will had been sorted and he’d been left his old hunting cabin. This didn’t surprise me as my uncle never seemed to like my dad very much. And although I’d never been to the cabin I understood it was among the least valuable properties my uncle had owned as he was very wealthy. My dad stated he needed someone to go visit it and assess its condition. He doubted anyone had been to it in several years as it was very much off the beaten path…a three mile hike in once you parked your vehicle…very remote but supposedly near both a lake and creek which were perfect for fishing and swimming. I agreed to check on the property for him and would be over to procure the cabin keys tomorrow with the plan of driving up to it this weekend, stay overnight, then return home. 

“That sounds like so much fun….what time do we leave?”, Lalissa promptly asked as I’d returned from talking to my father and told her of our plans as she’d inquired if anything was wrong. I thought for a moment and realized I couldn’t think of any reason why she couldn’t accompany me. In fact she may be helpful packing out anything valuable I might find and she enjoyed camping. I knew her kids would be staying with their grandparents too, so she’d be alone anyways. “I guess we leave at 6am Saturday.”, I replied. 

Loading the car with our backpacks and a few “just in case” items, Lalissa and I set out on the 4 hour drive up to the cabin parking area. My dad’s directions were spot on and the drive was very pleasant. Although she was over twenty years younger our friendship was just so very comfortable. I enjoyed Lalissa’s presence. Parking, we got our packs on, I grabbed the machete figuring the path to the cabin may be quite overgrown, of which it was. It took a bit over two hours to get to the cabin and if we didn’t know it was there we’d probably walk right by it as the wilderness had certainly integrated it within it’s own, although the structure was perfectly intact. Unlocking the front door we stepped inside a reasonably well appointed room with an attached outhouse of sorts. It was a simple cabin but well thought out. We unpacked our backpacks and sat outside on a few makeshift tree stump chairs eating the lunch we’d brought. 

“Let’s go swim!”. Lalissa seemed really excited to be here, enjoying these woods. “ My dad said the creek is about a half mile down that path in the back. You can go but I think I need to look around this place and figure what we might need to take back with us. I’ll go later. Just be careful.”, I replied. Lalissa was fine with that and proceeded to trek to the creek. 

Surveying the cabin, within a few minutes I could see there was nothing extraordinary in there. Basic kitchen implements, a few old blankets and pillows, a wood stove which was actually really nice, an old kerosene heater and a few stacks of old gun and hunting magazines. There was slight moisture damage to the flooring but the place seemed sound otherwise. Realizing I think I knew what I need to know about the cabin I decided to relax for a moment. Sitting there I began to thumb through the magazines and as I did I saw many of them were in fact pornography! Magazines with names like Hustler, Swank, High Society, Penthouse, wow, my uncle had a collection! Obviously, my attention was distracted looking at all the wonderful pussy and cock action these magazines offered. It took about two minutes for my cock to get hard and for me to lose my pants and underwear. I figured Lalissa would be awhile so I sat on the floor playing with my cock and balls as I drooled over the fucking in those pictures! My tool felt hard as granite as I began to legitimately stroke it looking at a cartoon character called, “ Honey the Hooker”, fucking in an orgy of around twenty people….it was soooo hot!

“DID I MISS THE START OF THE SHOW?”!!!! There stood Larissa, looking at me with my cock out, leaning against the doorway. “I’m so sorry….I didn’t think you’d be back so soon and I found these, so sorry!”. I frantically offered. “No, really, I want to watch! I love watching guys cum… get that dick hard again and shoot a load for me!” I was shocked she’d replied that way. And delighted. “It works better with live inspiration you know!”, I replied in kind. My penis, now flaccid, began to  harden.. Seemingly somewhat hesitant at first,Lalissa said, “Ok, look but don’t touch, I don’t need another baby right now. “ She quietly took off all of her clothes, sat down, spread her legs and began gently fingering herself. Her tits looked so succulent and that pussy…wow, my cock instantaneously ejaculated at the thought of fucking that, my semen squirting on the floor. “ That was so nice, baby! Maybe I’ll give you a little bit of a taste. Wanna put your tongue in me?” Boy, did I ever and I went and kneeled in front of her, immersing my mouth in her delicious cunt, my tongue probing every bit of her vagina. It was so , so good and as she orgasmed and her cum flooded into my eager mouth as I desperately swallowed every drop I was able. “Baby, stand up, now I want to taste you!”.

Standing directly in front of her, Lalissa took my semi-soft penis in her mouth and worked it into a rock hard erection. Feeling her suck me, her tongue all over my shaft and head, it was heaven. I felt the urge to cum so bad but didn’t want to for fear Lalissa would stop. I finally whispered I was about to cum in which Lalissa seemed to increase her sucking and head movement even more!!! Finally, I erupted, my full load of spunk pouring into her mouth as she continued to swallow and suck my cock. After a minute or two she took my dick out of her mouth, licked all off the cum off it, sat back and smiled. I smiled back at her. She was just so very sexy and I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I’m a lucky man. 

The remainder of the trip was pretty uneventful. The next day we did go to the creek and swim before we left. Naked of course. When we got home, we resumed our normal friendship. We talked between ourselves lovingly about our experiences at the cabin but never did anything sexual again with the exception of much more hugging. When we’d do so she’d often feel my erection through my pants. Lalissa would just smile and ask me if we had fun that weekend. “ They were special moments!”, I’d offer. Once in awhile I’ll unzip my pants for fun and tell her this is how special those moments were, showing my stiff prick. She always playfully tells me to put that thing away before you hurt somebody! LOL….she’s great. Incidentally, we split the porn magazines and took them home. I masturbate to those memories and magazines often. Hopefully someday she’ll allow me a few more memories once more.