Cabin Fever





It was a lonesome Friday night at home for Jasmine. The weekend had begun, but most of her girls had went out of town due to the fact that it was a holiday weekend, and that meant no work on Monday. As Jasmine sat down to eat the small meal she had prepared for herself, her cell phone rang. It was Mike calling.

Mike was a good friend whom Jasmine would get with every so often with no strings attached. Whenever Mike called, Jasmine knew what was up.

When she answered the phone, Mike informed her that he had rented a cabin for the night, about an hour outside of the city. He told Jasmine that he wanted her to join him. Jasmine agreed. She took down the address and proceeded to get ready for her spur of the moment trip.

About two hours had passed since Jasmine had gotten the phone call from Mike. She was already on her way to the cabin. With a smile on her face, Jasmine’s thoughts were of Mike and the way that he made her feel whenever they were together. Jasmine wanted more from Mike, but she knew that it wasn’t what Mike wanted. Besides, what they have worked for both of them.

Jasmine arrived at the cabin. She sat in the car for a minute before gathering her belongings and heading towards the cabin door. When it came to Mike, she never knew what to expect. Jasmine found the key right where Mike said it would be.

Upon entering the cabin, Jasmine called out to Mike. After calling out a few times and receiving no response, she headed upstairs. Jasmine found the master bedroom which was cluttered with lit candles. On the bed, she found a note which read, “Make yourself a glass of wine and meet me out back on the patio.”

Jasmine did exactly what the note had instructed. When she stepped out onto the patio, she found Mike, adorned in a black robe and house slippers. She walked over to where Mike was standing and embraced him.

“I thought you’d never get here, but you’re a little overdressed for what I have planned.”, Mike said while holding Jasmine close to him.

Jasmine revealed a slight smile as Mike began undressing her. Jasmine felt a draft from the night’s wind as her dress fell to her feet, revealing her perky breasts and purple thongs to the midnight air. Mike slowly pushed Jasmine backwards as she disrobed him to reveal chiseled torso. He lifted Jasmine off her feet and sat her down on the patio table. Laying her back onto the table, Mike slid Jasmine’s thong off of her. Leaning over, he kissed her on her neck then slid his tongue down to her hardened nipples. Jasmine could feel the moisture accumulating between her thighs. Mike’s tongue went lower to Jasmine’s belly button, and even lower to the top of her dripping pussy. Jazz took a deep breath, and just as she thought that Mike was about to taste her, he stood up. Mike reached for a candle and poured hot wax onto Jasmine’s chest and stomach. Jasmine felt the wax hit her skin and hardened before it could run off of her body. Staring at Jasmine, Mike took his fingers and played between Jasmine’s thighs. The touch of Mike’s fingers caused Jasmine to gyrate and moan with pleasure. Jasmine closed her eyes as to enjoy Mike’s touch even more, when she suddenly felt a burst of pain where Mike’s fingers were. Mike had penetrated her with no warning.

Jasmine let out a yelp as Mike slid in and out of her while holding on the sides of the table for leverage. Cupping Jasmine’s breast, Mike began to fuck her harder and harder before instantly stopping.

Mike pulled out of Jasmine and sat down on a nearby lawn chair. As on cue, Jasmine went over to Mike, stooped down on her knees, grabbed his erect manhood, and began to suck her juices off of it. Jasmine sucked on Mike as if his dick was the last popsicle on a hot summer day. Mike squirmed with excitement in the chair. When Jasmine felt like Mike couldn't handle it anymore, she stopped and straddled him. She began to ride Mike with a slow rhythm tightening her pussy muscles as she rose up. Jasmine’s rhythm became faster and faster.

“I’m cummin’!”, she yelled out.

“Me too baby!”, Mike screamed back.

Jasmine rode Mike harder and harder until the both of them came.

Before collapsing on Mike’s chest, Jasmine spotted a figure move behind the curtains in a window from a neighboring cabin.

            “Was someone watching?”,she asked herself. “Oh well, I hope so.”