Chapter 13

Beneath her shifting blanket, as we rumbled along the rough entry road, a long sigh slipped from Mandy. Through the thinning trees, I followed her gaze to a rustic, log-fronted structure sitting atop a low ridge. Beyond it, the glinting blue waters of the lake called to me. Once we'd crunched to a halt on the rutted orange dirt and gray gravel drive, she drifted to my reflection in the glass with a glint in her eyes before looking at her husband.

"We're here!" she announced over her shoulder while shoving her car door wide.

When she caught my glance at her bare leg, she made a point of sucking on her shiny lips. Gods above, she was playful. Whatever thoughts I'd had about this being a quiet vacation ... Well, that gleam told me she'd find a way to be with me.

Though my chest tightened at the thought, the clean air, smelling of pine, and the rough-hewn cabin, brought a widening smile to my face. Its roof of modern shingles was the only sign it hadn't been ripped from the past, like me, and dumped into this idyllic spot. As I scanned Mandy, my smile caused my cheeks to ache. Truly idyllic.

Built of graying logs and white daub, with a shellacked wood front door and double-paned windows all surrounded by white paint, it was—cute. On one side, a weathered gray-wooden picnic table sat askew near a black grill on a tilted stick. Rustic, for sure, but cute.

With a matching pair of groans, the girls, wrapped under their blanket, tumbled out one side, while Charles unfurled himself from the other to stretch. Just as I stepped onto the gravel, he snuffled, huffed in quick bursts of air, and let loose a loud sneeze. As it echoed through the woods, he flashed me a sheepish grin.

"Yeh, that's the thing about the mountains. They're hell on my allergies." Charles held up a purple box in his wavering hand. "Up here, I've gotta double up on meds. Kicks my ass, though." He chuckled before continuing. "At least I'm guaranteed a good night's sleep."

Well, that explained how he hadn't noticed his wife's arousal, although Susan's nose crinkled and she gave her mother a sidelong glance. After flashing Charles a broad smile, Mandy ignored her while walking to the rear of the car. He and I met her as she unlatched the hatch. With a grunt, I lifted her bag from the pile. As she took it from my hands, she glanced at Charles, bending into the rear behind me before sliding her fingers over mine and winking.

What'd happened? She'd become—more ... After a swift twirl of her dress, she swept past the girls and dragged her suitcase towards the cabin.

With a quick tug, I lifted my backpack onto my shoulders and tossed my small bag to the ground, before helping Charles pull his large, wheeled duffle from the back. After another sniffle, he took it from me and headed for the cabin.

It was only then that I noticed his wife hadn't gone through the door. Instead, after Charles passed her and disappeared inside, Mandy turned to me, ensuring I caught her glance. With her daughter and friend facing me, waiting for their luggage, she flashed me a wide grin. My heart hammered as she sank her fingers into the wavy, dark hair at the back of her head. With her tresses shimmering and blue eyes glimmering in the sunlight, she stretched onto her toes before leaning from side to side.

As tingles flooded my body, and the ache returned, though I yanked on the girls' luggage, I watched every one of Mandy's shifting curves. With a groan under my breath, my eyes locked on the sundress hem sliding upwards along both lean, tanned thighs.

The little tease. Yeh, she'd become "more," alright. More of a tease.

With a slight wince, Mandy pranced inside, followed by the girls dragging their bags. Once I'd secured the car and wandered closer, I took in another longer breath of clean mountain air. The fresh scent of trees and wildflowers, tinged with the lingering smell of the car's warm engine, brought that grin back to my face. While scanning the nearby pines and a trio of swooping, colorful birds, a slow exhale hissed from my smiling lips. Okay, locked in a cabin with a tease or not, this was worth it.

Smile still on my face, I pushed through the narrow entrance into the darkened interior just as Charles appeared through a doorway at the rear. As he neared, I surveyed the cozy main room. Colorful red and orange native-American patterned tapestries hung from its dark wooden walls. In the middle was a pull-out sofa bed facing a large flat screen television. Beyond the TV was a wide floor-to-ceiling window facing the glittering blue lake.

"Hey, Jim. Thanks for driving, man. I really appreciate it."

"Like I said. Not a problem, Charles. I'm already loving it up here." At his wife's quick bob into the doorframe beyond his rolling shoulders, I swallowed. Eyes sparkling, she dragged her glistening tongue over her glossy red lips. My pulse raced. Yep, already enjoying it.

"Let me show you 'round." Charles gestured behind him. "Master bedroom. Well, the larger of the two. Nothing really grand about it."

After stepping next to me in the middle of the main room, he pointed at a closed door. "That's the only bathroom, I'm afraid." He glanced into the other open doorway, through which I could see another bedroom, where Susan and Desi unpacked, before laughing. "The girls..." He pointed over his shoulder towards Mandy. "All the girls, fight over it. Best stay clear until the dust settles."

With a large grin on his face, he sauntered to the rear of the cabin. A wall of glass was pierced by one sliding pane offering access to a small covered wooden deck. A four-seater hot tub, its bubbling waters sending steam into the fading sunlight, sat atop a raised wooden dais.

"Not much, but we brought some groceries," he said, while walking into a cramped kitchenette lined with stained timber cabinets.

Containing only a hot plate, coffee pot, ancient microwave, and a small yellowish-white refrigerator, the narrow room was—adequate. A wispy, faded blue and yellow flowered curtain hung over a narrow pass-through. Scuffed and discolored, the pass-through accessed a tall polished dark-stained wood counter in the main room. In front of it were two cracked and worn black leather stools.

Eyes focused on the lake, Charles weaved past a shiny wooden table with four matching chairs between the kitchenette and the wall of glass. Beyond the sparkling waters, the rising slopes of Mt. Aristeia, covered in pines, surged upwards. A grin slid onto my face; I knew every dark crack and gray-white boulder above its green flanks.

"So, what do you think?" He flashed me a quick smile.

All in all, the simple, yet homey place offered plenty of room for them, and I dropped my rucksack and bag by the side of the couch—my bed.

"Nice, Charles. It's very nice." When I nodded, his smile broadened.

"I'm, uh..." After a shiver slipped through him, his hands twitching, he faced the bedroom. "I'm gonna, uh, unpack and call out for pizza. It's a tradition."

"No anchovies!" Susan's voice echoed from her room.

"Got it. No dead fish." Charles chuckled. "You particular, Jim?" When I shook my head, he scanned me and raised his eyebrow before adding. "Didn't think so." After that cryptic reply, he slipped into his room, already lifting the phone to his ear.

While straddling an arm of the couch, I gazed at the shimmering, darkening lake before looking at my phone. After catching Mandy's frame slide into the bathroom, I smiled. Okay, she wanted to be pushed. She was more of a tease up here. Alright, let's see how far she'd go. After a chuckle, I texted Gary.

We good?

Yes, Jim. All clear. Quiet, even.

Excellent. Hey, you and Lucy want to come up to Aristeia? I've got a plan.

Oh fuck. When? As soon as I tell her, she's gonna hound me.

Couple of days, I think. Just be ready.

Eyebrows knitted, I paused while tracking along the side of the mountain. There. I swallowed as I scanned the shallower valley running beside a winding creek. It tapered off into a thickening stand of trees.

Plan for a picnic. Bring your cameras.

Cameras?

Yeh. Like I said. I've got a plan. It may fail miserably, but what the heck?

Okay. You got it. Have fun.

Stay safe and slide into Lucy for me.

WILCO.

At the opening bathroom door behind me, I swallowed my chuckle and flashed a grin at Mandy. After slowing and glancing at her room, she took a step towards me, but Susan burst out and dashed for the bathroom.

"You see, Jim?" Mandy chuckled. "You gotta be fast. We girls are tricksy."

"Yes." I laughed while nodding before running my eyes over her petite frame and adding in a lower voice. "Yes, you are."

Just then, Charles appeared. Her grin fading, Mandy slid behind him into their room. He walked closer to stretch his back while standing beside me, looking out at the mountain.

"Thanks again for coming along, Jim."

"Glad I could make it. I got lucky. One of the team's canceled at the last minute."

Eyes narrowing, he gave me a sidelong glance as he cocked his head; he really wanted to ask what I did for a living. Instead, he stayed quiet, only sighing.

"Look, Jim, I mean it. I owe you." He smiled. "Anything you want, just ask."

"Hey, wait." I faced him and, as he tracked along my chest, I laughed. "You haven't even given your presentation yet. My stuff may all be crap."

"Somehow, I doubt that very much." His eyes narrowed as he rolled his clasping hands before him. Charles paused for a second before looking into my eyes. In a lower voice, he added. "Jim, I ... Well, thanks for being there for Mandy as well. I know ... I know, um, she can be a lot to handle, but she ... She seems to have taken a liking to you.

"Well, I definitely try to keep her happy." My heart was thumping so hard I checked to see if my fingers were trembling. They weren't. But it sure felt like it as I returned to his earnest face and added. "A happy neighbor is a good thing in my book."

When I grinned, he returned my smile before raising his hand. Time slowed as it hovered in midair before lowering to my shoulder. As he squeezed, his eyes—deepened. After a lengthy sigh, he pulled away.

"Well, thanks again." With his gaze returned to the deepening shadows looming across the lake, his voice was barely audible. "For everything."

Just as I tilted my head at the weird vibe, wheels crunched on the gravel drive. We both turned to look out the front window. A battered old green pickup with a rickety pizza slice on its rusted roof slid to a halt.

"Pizza!" Charles yelled before lunging for the door. Even as he handed the pimply faced teen a wad of bills and took the white and red striped boxes from him, the women appeared like hungry sharks.

While beaming, Charles took the pizza to the kitchenette while all three women made a beeline for the table. After placing slices onto their plates, Charles handed them to each of the women before giving me a slice. As he walked out towards the last seat, I took my plate and started for the nearest bar stool.

At Mandy's fingers on my wrist, I stumbled to a halt, my heart racing, and turned to her. She yanked me to her as she stood. With a grin at Charles, she looked at me and gestured to her chair.

"Oh, come on Jim. I don't weigh that much, do I?" As she spoke, Charles chuckled while both girls froze in mid-bite to stare.

The smart answer would've been to stay silent and pull free, but the glittering sparkle in her deep blue pools grabbed my tired, ancient soul and flung me to the chair. As soon as I sat, she flicked her dark hair back while straddling my thigh. Time slowed. Charles looked up, his eyebrow raised, as his wife sank. At first Susan glanced at wide-eyed Desi, then her dad and finally at her mom, just as Mandy's sodden warm folds mashed onto my thigh.

Nope, she hadn't put panties on. As she glided forward, leaning for her plate, warm dribbles flooded my trouser leg. With each subtle shift dragging her soaking petals along my leg, the tiniest shiver slithered through her. As they all chatted and I tried to focus, she covered every little whimper by chewing on pizza.

The horny little tease.

When Charles' phone pinged, he was soon texting as he swallowed, while Susan and Desi started a heated conversation about a new movie. Meanwhile, as she continued to eat, Mandy glided back and forth, sending tremors through me and pulling sighs and low whimpers from herself. Though nobody else did, I caught her sudden clamping of the table edge as her pussy quivered on my thigh., releasing more racing rivulets. If not for the aroma of fresh pizza, the entire cabin would've smelled of her sweet arousal.

Very horny little tease.

Even as another shudder rippled through her mother, Susan stood to refill everyone's plate with the last of the pizza. After pausing to gaze at her mother's crimson cheeks, she returned to her seat. Her face neutral, she glanced at her dad, who still worked on his phone. All the while, Mandy tried to speak, but gave up, clenching her jaw and chewing to muffle any errant groans.

When Desi hid a burp behind her hand, Charles looked up and called out. "All done?" She nodded while Susan glanced at me, then at her mother.

Mandy gulped and nodded before saying in a hoarse voice. "Yes. Yes, it was ... It was so good."

Though Charles beamed, Susan flicked a sidelong glance to Desi before the two of them stood and headed for their room.

"Don't forget. Tub night!" Charles called after them.

As they nodded, disappearing through the doorway, he turned to me. With my eyebrows raised, I dragged his wife to a halt with one hand on her thigh. A tremor raced through her at my touch. My eyes went to the burbling tub on the dark deck. Silvery wisps meandered from it before being sliced away by the gentle evening breeze. Packed into that tub with three gorgeous women—and Charles—was going to be interesting.

"Tub night is another tradition. Everyone in the hot tub until we collapse." He beamed as he stood to toss the paper plates in the trash before holding out his hand for Mandy. "It's a great way to recover from the drive."

As she lifted from me with a subtle wet slurp, I moved my napkin to conceal the warm soaked spot in my trousers. With a nod, I stretched and smiled at him as he led his wife to their bedroom. As soon as he'd left, I slid my finger under the napkin. After raising my glossy digit to my lips, I circled it with my tongue—sweet, buttery syrup. Pure bliss. When I looked up, Mandy had slowed and caught my expression—her eyes sparkled. Yep, pure bliss.

Gods above, I wanted her.

After her gleaming blue eyes disappeared behind the closed door, I lurched from the table, ripped into my pack and grabbed swim trunks before dashing into the bathroom to change.

Under dim, yellowish outside lights, Charles was already sitting in the tub, facing the living room, when I stepped from the bathroom. Once I'd draped my rinsed trousers over my backpack, I walked out and slipped into the seat across from him. A lengthy exhale pulled from me as I gazed out at the darkening slopes beyond the black waters of the lake.

After locking on motion, I held my breath at the flitting of a pale silhouette between tree trunks on the near shore. Did I really think they wouldn't track me? As I shot a glance at my pack, I let the air whistle from between my clenched teeth. After all, what would they do here that they couldn't do at my own house anytime they wanted? Besides, the feathery figure had disappeared, anyway.

When I lay back with another longer sigh, I caught the smacking of Charles' lips and rolled to look at him. Eyes wide, he was surveying my chest. Or rather the myriad marks and scars across my ancient hide.

"Yeh, sorry. It, uh, takes a while to get used to them," I said as I stretched my arms out to either side along the rim of the tub.

"What? Oh, the scars?" His eyes lingered before catching mine. After a slow gulp, he added. "Yeh, they're—impressive, Jim."

Once again, his brows knitted. He was on the verge of asking more when giggling erupted behind me. After shifting to catch a jet on my lower back, a moan slid from me; his glittering eyes widened. There was that strange vibe again.

"So, uh, what's your schedule tomorrow?" I asked, while cupping warm water over my shoulders.

"I've got early meetings. Well, early for up here. Ten o'clock." He nodded past me before adding. "The girls usually head to the lake and hang out at the beach. There's a little café where they can get lunch. It's a good relaxing time."

As I mulled that option, the moon rose to send silvery beams across Aristeia's upper slopes. A long sigh slipped from me. Just as I was about to reply, his phone pinged. After glancing at it, he wiped his hands and sat up, twisting to hold it away from the water before grunting.

"Sorry, gotta respond," he said before working the touchpad with his fingers.

At more chuckling, now close behind me, he glanced up, but only grinned before returning to his screen. When I turned to look, I was glad to be beneath the burbling jets. Susan, her long blonde hair in a tall ponytail, pranced into view wearing a tiny white swimsuit. The bottoms were cut high on her slender hips and the top barely covered her swaying full chest. As she clambered into one of the molded seats, her eyes glinted before she bent to her own phone.

My gaze flicked between her and her father; tradition had its limitations, clearly.

And I'd no time to recover from that vision before Desi padded into view, her red hair piled atop her head and sporting a green two-piece suit. As her blue eyes caught mine, the taut bandeau top developed twin spikes at the peaks of her wobbling tits. With a gulp, she slipped into the water and slid into the one remaining empty seat. After glancing at Susan, engrossed in her phone, she returned to me. Her sparkling eyes were—hungry. It was the same expression she'd had while watching me with Susan in Mandy's pool.

When I grinned, Desi flushed red and turned to her own phone. It was turning out to be a tense stay at this little cabin. For all of us. Just as I was letting out another sigh, padding footfalls approached. As Mandy came into focus, my sigh stopped. My heart stopped. The world stopped. In ultra-slow motion, Charles lifted his head. Millimeter by millimeter, a grin appeared on his pale, narrow face as his wife climbed into the tub.

Dark hair tied back in a fan across her gleaming toned shoulders, her lithe, tanned body was "covered" by three miniscule black triangles. I mean, I guess you could count the tiniest strip of material between her firm ass cheeks as a fourth. Blue eyes twinkling, she stood amid all of us, looking at her daughter, who only glanced up for a millisecond, then her husband, once more buried in his phone. Head down, Desi sat in the only other seat.

With an impish grin, she turned to me.

She wouldn't?

When she faced her husband and shoved back into me, my heart refuse to restart. As I struggled to breathe while her firm ass pressed into my lap, I locked eyes with Charles for ... About an hour. Maybe a decade. Time hadn't restarted. With brows furled, his head tilted. Just as his wife leaned the silken warmth of her body against my chest, his phone pinged. While rolling his lips, he scanned her as she dropped her head to my shoulder before going back to his screen.

What the hell? Was Charles that dense? His wife hadn't said a word before sitting in my lap and using me as her personal chair. Not that I minded. At all. With her eyes closed, she shifted her butt to straddle my shaft, surging and hardening beneath her. As her long, shiny arms swirled in the bubbling jets, my heart restarted, hammering like a bass drum.

With a gasp, I remembered to breathe and swallowed while she nudged tighter into me.

The horny little tease. She was really dancing on the edge. This wasn't like at my house. Charles wasn't drunk. Oh, and her daughter and friend were right there.

Okay, I could handle this. Alright, fine. I'd play as well. With my grin buried behind Mandy's dark tresses, I sank my hands to her silken thighs. As soon as they landed, she pushed into me and a tremor raced through the little minx. Though I didn't move my palms, I let my fingers pulse her in slow motion, pulling the tiniest whimpers from her. With each gentle squeeze, more tremors rippled through her tanned, petite frame.

Yeh, I could tease as well.

And that's how things went for a while. Time hadn't bothered restarting. And I was fine with that. When Charles shifted to look at us, he put his finger to his lips before gesturing at his wife. With her eyes closed and unmoving—above the bubbles—yeh, she appeared asleep. As my fingers clenched her thighs, driving her into me once more, I nodded. Her little butt squirmed. Yep, Mandy was fast asleep. Uh, huh.

While she played possum, I was calm until Mandy's hands landed on my wrists. Motionless above the bubbles, she dragged them to the strings at her hips. A slight push. A shift into my throbbing mast. She didn't really expect? I mean, here? After abandoning my hands, she tugged. The loose cords drifted past my fingers. Oh, shit. She did. Before it floated to the surface, I gripped the floating thin material and pulled it into my pocket. I flicked my gaze around, but the others were still texting or reading.

After her scrabbling, seeking fingertips dug into my trunks, they tugged my shaft free. Still unmoving above the surface, Mandy lifted her naked pelvis. With her soft fingers tight to my flesh and eyes still closed, she sank onto me while guiding my aching rod between her velvety outer petals. With the faintest of grunts, she swayed back, driving me into her tight little gate.

At the long wavering sigh from her quivering glossy lips while impaling herself on my cock, her husband lifted from his phone. Arms now swirling languid circles across the bubbles as her slick pussy entombed my shaft, Mandy's torso vibrated. As I gritted my teeth, holding in a moan, I leaned forward to bury my face in her dark tresses.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Charles said, his eyes crinkled; assuming his wife was enjoying the tub.

"Hmm, Yes." As the little tease grinned at her husband, her eyes still closed and her head rolling from side to side, Mandy's pussy clenched me tight. "Yes it does, dear."

"We really should get one of these," Charles said before chuckling.

"Oh, I don't think we need to, dear." Her insides clamped hard enough to force a quick gust from my lips. As I trembled, I hid a groan in her hair. "I'm sure we can always borrow Jim's whenever. Right Jim?"

Yeh, she wasn't talking about borrowing my hot tub. Her pussy spasmed. Nope, both of us knew exactly what she was going to borrow from me. While forcing a neutral expression, I nodded.

"Yes, indeed. You can always use mine." After Charles returned to his phone, I gripped Mandy's hips under the water and pressed downwards, shoving her tight walls apart as she sank. Once more hidden in Mandy's thick hair to cover my pulsing jaw, I added in a hoarse voice. "Anytime."

Over and over after she settled her pelvis to mine, "sleeping" Mandy would clench her pussy, pulling a moan from me. In return, I'd pulse my cock, filling her pulsating little void to the maximum. Whenever a louder whimper slipped from her, she'd roll or press her head against my chest as if murmuring in her "sleep." As it tickled me, the flowery scent of her hair sent tingles downward to match the stronger ones pulsating from my aching, buried mast.

Sneaky little tease.

Having never restarted time simply ceased being important, and when Charles yawned and stretched, it broke our playful reverie. With a start, I looked up as he stood before grabbing a towel. As he left the water to dry his slender frame, his daughter and Desi glanced from their phones.

"First." After flashing us, including his still "sleeping" wife, a grin, he headed to the bathroom.

While the shower ran, Mandy remained implanted on my lap, drifting back and forth. Over the jets, the girls couldn't hear the tiny whimpers slithering from her trembling lips. But I could.

"Next!" Charles called out after the shower stopped.

Both girls glanced at Mandy sitting in my lap, her head back on my chest. As she slowed her breathing and remained motionless, her eyes must have been slitted. Inside, though, she was anything but still; the horny little possum's tight walls pummeled me. Catching both their gazes, I raised my finger to my lips and pointed at Mandy.

After both giggled and nodded, they slipped from the tub. At the sight of their slender, glistening bodies, dripping with bubbly water, my cock swelled, forcing a whimper from Mandy before she could catch it. Although both turned, I shrugged while raising my hands. As Desi traipsed into their room, Susan slowed to give me a wink and blow me a kiss.

Another little tease. My eyes wandered her hard-body chassis; as my cock pulsed, Mandy's walls clamped tighter. She was on to me. Not that, after her daughter's car blowjob, there were any more secrets. But...

I mean, about her husband. Whatever was going on there. Well, she'd still chosen to keep that as her secret. At least for now. But I had to know. Why wasn't she—angry, jealous, anything—about me and her daughter? One enigma was bad enough, but the second was mind-boggling. And after Debbie—my heart thumped slower—concerning.

When she lifted into my hands on her thighs, beginning her first full stroke, I pushed downwards, keeping her from rising. With a moan, she strained before rolling her head to look at me with her deep blue eyes—pleading.

"Mandy. We need to talk." As I spoke, her eyes narrowed and her body collapsed to mine. As I spread my fingers to keep her tight to me, a tremor slid through her. Now, those eyes—cooled into icy azure pools. Fearful, she swallowed and nodded.