The Lady And The Lake

by Diane Collier

  The Lady and the Lake

  Diane Collier

  Copyright 2012

  Copyright © 2012 Diane Collier- All rights reserved.

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  Her name was Tiffany Wilson. She was a hard worker, caring, loving and gentle. She had a demure that was subtle and meek. Tiffany was five-foot-six-inches tall with a toned slender body. She had medium-long blonde hair, which sort of had a light red tint to it. She took care of herself, with healthy eating and, of course- exercise. She visited the gym nearly every day after work. Spring had been busy with work as was summer. She was a fashion designer for a global retailer. Though, her dreams were larger in scale, she had to make some mark in the field prior to being mogul of the fashion world. Though fall was encroaching fast, Tiffany was busy with work. This was her favorite time of year. Being in the New England states, Massachusetts to be precise, fall was pretty much everyone’s favorite season of the year. Fall was the time of fall festivals, fairs, and most of all, the foliage of fall. It was the time of year, that mostly everyone spent their last days at their mountain and lake cabins until, maybe, the first of November.

  The week was closing fast as Tiffany made her preparations to go to her parents’ lake cabin for the weekend. Tiffany never dated much as her work and schedule, sort of prohibited it. She just didn’t have the time to actually meet someone, let alone actually date someone properly. This was someone that took her some time in order to accept and deal with and get used to.

  The sun moved across the sky in its parallel line moving east to west. The shadows about her office slowly moved around the room as the sun eclipsed across her office window. Tiffany was excited to get away for the weekend. Work had become intense and hectic as the fall line deadlines approached faster and faster as the days melted into nights. She knew she had a few errands to run after work, and to the market for food for the weekend, and eventually stop by her house to grab her, already packed up, suitcase.

  Tiffany frequently looked at the clock on the wall as time seemed to slow as the day went on. It seemed like it always happened like that. Whenever something was going to happen, like leaving for vacation or such, time seemed to move really, really slowly. Tiffany continued her trimming and sewing as clock-out time hit. She quickly kind of shoved everything aside, grabbed her timecard and punched it into the time-clock. Down the stairs she galloped, heading towards her car. When she opened the exit door at the side of the building, the fresh air blew against her as the door opened. There was a nip to the air that stung her face and tickled her, now hard, nipples. She drove away, and headed towards the supermarket, so she could pick up some things for the weekend. On the top of her list, was coffee, this was a must as she got really, really cranky without her coffee.

  The music of the supermarket was faint and classical. She pushed the mini-cart, gazing up and down at the shelves that were lined with groceries. As Tiffany shopped, she caught the wind of cologne in the air in the middle of the isle where she was. The smell made a dainty smile on her face. She continued her shopping and when she reached the end of the isle, near the cashiers, she rounded the corner, gazing at the end isle shelf; out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed a man, wearing a ball cap, a denim jacket with like a wool-lined collar. Granted, Boston was a huge, populated city, the suburb that she lived in, everyone knew everyone and he seemed new, sort of out of place. She brushed off the notion and finished up her shopping.

  It was getting late, when she arrived at her home to quickly, while leaving the car running, bolt in the house and grab her suitcase. She slammed the trunk shut after popping the suitcase inside. She walked to the driver’s side of the car and got in. She closed the door and sat there briefly. “Okay Tiffany, this is your weekend to relax, have fun on the lake”, she thought to herself. Tiffany reached behind the passenger’s seat and grabbed her favorite CD. She slid it into the CD player and it began to play. Tiffany pushed on the brakes and put the car into drive. She drove off as the sun was setting, causing a reddish-orange hue in the sky.

  Her parents’ cabin was a distance from Boston. Todd Pond, which was located in Lincoln, was situated in the mountains. It was quiet, on the pond and tons of trees would be changing into colors of red, orange, yellow and brown. It would be late, not too late, but late in the evening when she would arrive at Todd Pond. As she drove, the city faded into suburb, which, in turn, faded into rural. More and more trees began lining the sides of the road as the four-lane road turned into two-way traffic road. On the sides of the rocks that came close to the road, mountain water poured out of the cracks in the boulders and rocks. She cracked the window. The air was crisp and swiftly chilling. The sun finally set in the west as the time passed quickly.

  Finally, she had arrived at the lake cabin. One thing she couldn’t understand was why they called it a lake cabin- it was built on a pond. She carried her things into the cabin. When she opened the door to the cabin, a stale, yet musty smell slapped her backwards. “Eeeewwww, that’s gross”, whispered Tiffany. She sat her things on the couch and turned around to go get the groceries that were in the back seat. The mountainous air was slightly freezing to the skin, turning it red with sting. As she walked, the darkness encompassed the surrounding area of the property. The trees twisted and swayed as the light breeze blew through them.

  Since Tiffany had stopped at this cute country diner on the way to the cabin, she didn’t have to cook anything for dinner when she got to the cabin. She sparked up a nice fire in the fireplace and sat on the couch in her bedtime clothes. As she sipped, she listened to the sound of the cabin. There was no noise, no fuss, not even a noise from the nighttime creatures that ventured out when the sun went down. Tiffany let the calmness of the coffee and the ambient heat and light, from the fireplace, wash over her. She was completely relaxed and calm.#

  The sun popped over the horizon of the east, pushing its rays through the windows of the cabin. The sun crawled up the couch and hit Tiffany directly in the eyes. She jolted awake and shielded her eyes from the rude sun. “Oh my god, really”, asked Tiffany aloud? She sat up, cursing the sun in her head. Tiffany pushed herself off the couch and headed into the kitchen to put on the coffee. She then, though still sleepy, headed to the bathroom to start her day. Fifteen minutes later, she strolled back into the kitchen to get a cup of fresh coffee, which her system and mind, demanded of her. Tiffany was wearing a thick, high collared, wool sweater, denim jeans and she put her hair into a ponytail. She walked out onto the deck, which was off the kitchen, and into the Saturday morning air. She inhaled deeply, taking in the, fresh, crisp, chilling air of the mountain. The deck was covered in fallen leaves as was the ground below her. The deck itself was a story above the ground. She walked up the railing and looked out over the lake or pond as it were, relaxingly.

  As she stood there, Tiffany took her foot and began kicking off some leaves that was on the deck, under her feet, to the ground below. Just then, off in the distance, she could hear the rustling of leaves, like someone was walking through the forest or a woodland creature was scurrying about. Suddenly, out of the corner of Tiffany’s eye, and out from the tree line, popped a mysterious man. He was covered with heavy clothing, jacket, jeans and a cap. She did a double-take in reaction when she saw him. “Wait, I've seen him somewhere before”, she thought in a whisper. He walked up to stand right under where Tiffany was standing above him. She gazed down upon him as he peered up at her. “Hello, can I help you”, asked Tiffany? “Ah, yes ma’am, I was wondering if you’d be needing help around the place”, replied the man as he tipped his hat. “Help”, q
uizzed Tiffany in confusion? “Help doing what”, she asked boldly? “You know, raking leaves, chopping wood, stacking wood, anything you need doing”, he replied as he focused his glare strongly on her. Just then, he popped his head backwards as if confirming something. “Do I know you ma’am”, asked the man in curiosity? Tiffany looked down at the man whose face was fully exposed to her. She squint her eyes and tilted her head trying to think if she had seen or meet him before. “No- no, I don’t think so”, Tiffany said finally. There was a brief silence when the man below finally said something. “Tiffany, is that you”, asked the man in surprise? “You know my name, how is that possible if I've never met you before”, asked Tiffany in reply? “Yes- yes, Tiffany Wilson, yep it’s you”, boldly replied the stranger. “I'm sorry dude, but I don’t know you, what’s your name”, asked Tiffany in a miffed tone. “Colton, my name is Colton Masterson”, said the stranger with a smile. Tiffany thought momentarily on the name he uttered, but still, nothing came to mind. Since he was cute, yes, she would have remembered him certainly. Nothing came to her with that name. Finally, after about five minutes of pure still silence, the man once again broke the silence of their surroundings. “Think about to high school Tiffany, remember- the short, bucked-tooth, thick-black glasses and skinny as a pencil”, Colton said. Tiffany stood there in awe and shock. The pimpled-faced, geek, that everyone used to pick-on and berate, turned out to be a hot piece of manhood. “Well oh my god”! Tiffany exclaimed in excitement and stun. “I've kind of changed a bit”, said Colton fiddling with his clothes. “Ha-ha, yeah think Colton”, replied Tiffany comically. “Would you like a cup of coffee”, she asked him? “Sure”, replied Colton smiling deviously. “Come on up then”, she stated back to him while motioning him upward.

  Colton looked about the sides of the high deck for the stairs that led upward. On the right side of the deck, was a- well-seasoned, leaf covered staircase. Tiffany walked back into the cabin and into the kitchen. Colton soon followed after ascending the steps to the upper, leaf covered deck. He walked into the kitchen and stood by the old porcelain red and white table. “You can take your jacket off Colton”, she said to him in a cute-shy tone. Colton removed his coat and hooked on the back of the chair that was in front of him. He pulled that same chair out from the table and sat down. As Tiffany’s back was turned, Colton touched up his hair with his hands and fingers, checked to see if his underarms stunk and checked his breath. “Nope”, he thought to himself, “All good”, his thought added. Tiffany turned about and walked over to the table. She placed a mug of coffee in front of Colton and walked over to the refrigerator to grab the milk. She reached over to the counter that was beside the fridge and grabbed the sugar bowl.

  All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a clash of thunder sounded. BOOM! The sound went as it shook the cabin to its bones. Tiffany dropped the sugar bowl and splashed the milk all over herself and the floor. “Christ”! Tiffany yelled aloud. “Where the hell did that come from”, she said. Colton smiled widely as he bent down to try and scoop up the sugar that was scattered about the floor. Tiffany reached towards the table and sat down what remained of the milk. She then too, squatted down and assisted Colton with the cleanup. She reached around Colton’s hand to get some missed sugar that he has missed, and ended up smashing both their heads together. “OUCH”! Tiffany stated as she pulled away. “Sorry”, said Colton as he looked up at Tiffany who was rubbing her head vigorously. “No- no, this is my fault”, replied Tiffany, “I over-reached myself”, she added apologetically. Then, there in that brief interlude, their eyes met, directly, for the first time. The invisible sparks flew like fireworks bursting into the night sky. Colton planted a hard- passionate kiss on Tiffany’s lips. She closed her eyes and let the moment engulf her. There, on the floor of the kitchen, while outside, the thunderstorm surrounded them, both, Colton and Tiffany fell for each other. Though Tiffany usually was cautious where love and such was concerned, but it appeared that fate and destiny had other plans.

  Though it was merely about eleven in the morning, due to the storm outside, day had become night, white clouds turned ominous and black. Colton swooped up Tiffany in his masculine arms and cared her off to the living room to the couch. As the fury of Mother Nature, with her thunder and lightning, played out around them, they didn’t even seem to notice it. They had become completely merged into each other, becoming one and not letting anything fade the moment. Their arms excessively roaming about each other’s clothed bodies as the heat of the moment intensified immensely. Tiffany reached downward and grabbed the edge of his shirt that wasn’t tucked into his jeans and pulled upward. Without even breaking position or movement, Colton slipped out of his shirt. He, being kneeled down in front of the couch and Tiffany sitting on the edge of the couch, pulled her closer to him. Her legs, now spread around him, quivered with seduction and lust. Her pelvis and body screamed and moaned silently within. Colton pulled Tiffany’s shirt off, tossing it to the floor from over his head.

  The wind hurled about the cabin outside as the two of them embraced, letting their passions and uninhibited desires unleashed. As it grew darker outside, inside, it grew even darker. “Take me to my bed”, she whispered lustfully. Without replying, Colton reached under Tiffany’s legs and picked her up, lifting her from the couch. “Where’s the bed”, asked Colton? Tiffany said nothing and pointed towards her bedroom. She kissed his neck and caressed his hardened biceps as he walked both of them, to the bedroom. Just then, an intense light flashed and an earsplitting clasp of thunder sounded, then the lights went off. Tiffany screamed out in sudden terror when the lights went out, making her hug Colton even tighter as he held her. He gently lowered Tiffany down on her feet in the sudden blinding darkness. Neither one of them could see as their eyes hadn’t adjusted to the pitch blackness of the room. Tiffany felt around in front of her for the dresser. Once she found it, she, knowing it by heart, opened the top drawer, reached within it and pulled out the candle and the box of matches that was usually stored there for emergencies. She struck the match on the side of the box and it lit up about the two of them. Tiffany lit the candle, which she had stuck inside the candleholder on top of the dresser.

  The candle dimly lit the large room.# Colton walked backwards towards the bed while pulling Tiffany with him by holding her hands. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her. Her body quivered with excitement and the unknown. There she stood in front of him, in her jeans, and with nothing else but her bra. His manly hands rubbed the small of her soft back. She took her fingers, and glided them around the back of his head. Tiffany seductively, with just two fingers, removed his ball cap from his head. Colton took his hands, placing them onto her hips, and as he stood up, picked her up in the process. He pulled her body tightly against his in a loving bear hug. As they both toyed with each other, Colton turned slowly around, facing Tiffany’s back towards the bed. She kissed him, over and over again as he walked forward. He kneed onto the mattress and carefully lowered Tiffany down onto her back. She reached for her pants’ button, when Colton stopped her hand from moving. “No, let me”, he whispered to her, despite the loud thunderous rumbles coming from outside. Colton painstakingly, and with love and tenderness, removed Tiffany’s pants, panties and her socks. Thou Mother Nature was trying her hardest to distract the two of them, lust, adventure, the unknown, would not allow distractions. Fate was in charge, not Mother Nature. Colton, then removing his clothing, crawled up onto the bed, lying beside Tiffany. He, with his index finger, removed the hair from her eyes. Tiffany’s eyes, glowing from being in heat, sparkled in the darkness between them.

  Colton slithered half onto Tiffany’s warm body. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, lifted her head slightly and planted a passionate, lustful, aggressive-, yet-, tenderly kiss on her awaiting lips. Their hands ran wildly about each other’s bodies, both sexually and exploratory. Tiffany, now in full lust and heat, placed her hands on his ass cheeks, motioning him to be completely on top of her. The moment he
r, now extremely wet, trembled the moment she felt his rod, though pulsating, hard cock touch her skin. As Colton’s cock touched her inner thigh, Tiffany let out a soft moan. Colton, in a torturous manner, rocked his lower body from side to side, all the while, smirking satisfyingly knowing what this simple movement was doing to her. He suddenly stopped his disquieting motion, as the mere second he did, she grabbed a huge handful of hair aggressively, and in an uncontrollable reaction, kissed him relentlessly. Colton knew that Tiffany’s engine was purring like the engine of a new kitten nursing on its mother.

  The longer the foreplay continued, the more it moved to love, and less of lust. Colton slipped his manhood into her so awaiting cunt. He was rather large in width and length. Tiffany held her breath as he slid his throbbing shlong into the back of her pussy. He was gentle and kind in his pumping her fully of his member. There was nothing overly assertive, over aggressive with the way he made love to her. The lost each other in the movement and moment of their unbridled passions. With each flash of lightening that flared through the windows of her bedroom, made their bodies, though #entwined together, move in slow motion. Time stood still as Tiffany and Colton filled the room with love, passion and the smell of well-tapped pussy. Time and time again, Colton came within her. As well as, Tiffany letting her hot flowing juices drowned Colton’s lower body. Each hour that passed, the two, Colton and Tiffany, expressed themselves with body language. Colton’s cock never went soft. Time and time again when he’d blow his microscopic tadpoles into the back of Tiffany’s drenched pussy; it maintained the stiffness and erection. They took no breaks, no breathers, and no trips to the bathroom to either pee or clean up.

  Both were breathing like they’d run a marathon. They paused, looked at each other with contentment. Tiffany looked into Colton’s eyes. His face was sweaty, wet and hot to the touch. She placed her fingertips on the sides of his cheeks. “Sweetheart, I want you to fuck me with everything you have left in your body”, said Tiffany with love. Without saying a word, Colton pushed his still harden cock, all the way in until his balls were pressing against her beaver biscuit. Tiffany climbed backwards on the bed as he pulled his cockhead and cock deep within her. She could feel the head of his shlong hitting the back of her vagina hear her “G-spot”.