Ron’s Cabin

I was unpacking my suitcase when I heard footsteps outside on the porch. I was staying in my friend Lisa’s cabin. She was in the city finishing up some business and coming up to meet me. Her boyfriend and his friend were coming up a few days later. I thought Lisa might have made it early so I rushed out to meet her.

I threw open the front door, but instead of my friend, I saw a husky white-haired man on the porch. His hand frozen mid-knock. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw I was half-naked in a pink pair of panties and a small, white t-shirt. I’m not an underwear model, but I’m fairly athletic with what I’ve been told is a juicy rack. It took the old guy a few moments to say something, maybe he was giving me a chance to run away with embarrassment and put some clothes on, but I wasn’t shy. When he finally introduced himself, he said his name was Ron. He was staying at a nearby cabin when he saw a car outside on the driveway and came looking for Arnold.

Arnold was my Lisa’s father. Before I could tell Ron that, Ron snapped his fingers and pointed at me, said I must little Lisa’s friend. I nodded, smiling. He put his hand around his knee and went on about being a family friend and knowing Lisa ever since she was this high. He asked if he could come in and say hello to her. I told him she was still in the city but would be coming up soon.

Ron commented how interesting that was, me being all alone, and I could see the mischief on his face. Probably thinking all sorts of naughty things. The audacity, I laughed to myself, thinking a twenty-five year old girl would fuck someone old enough to be her father!

Ron mentioned he had a fully stocked bar back at his cabin, casually inviting me for a drink. I politely declined the invitation, but not to be rude, asked him to come inside for a cup of coffee. He accepted with enthusiasm. I excused myself into the bedroom to throw on a skirt. I wasn’t embarrassed about walking around in my panties, especially since nothing was going to happen, but if Lisa arrived and she saw me like that, she’d probably tease me about it.

I came back out a few minutes later wearing a knee-high skirt, but to tease the old man a little, I took off the bra I was wearing underneath my t-shirt. Ron ogled me as I entered the kitchen with my rosy pink nipples visible thru my white tee. After he picked up his jaw from the floor, I made him a cup of coffee and we started to get to know each other. Ron and I hit it off quickly. We had a nice chat talking about how long he had known Lisa’s family, which seemed like forever. He had all sorts of stories about them. He showed me a picture on his phone of him and Arnold fishing at the lake, with Lisa and her mom nearby.

Ron asked me all sorts of questions; what I did for a living? How did I meet Lisa? What school did I go to school with her? Who were my parents? I answered him politely, telling him about my degree in physical therapy, about being Lisa’s personal trainer before we developed a friendship, about going to Rutgers, and about my family in Virginia.

Ron was a great listener, commenting to make sure I knew he was paying attention. Soon enough, I noticed the afternoon had drifted away from us. It was dark outside the windows with a gentle wind blowing thru the trees. Very romantic. I wished the guy friend Lisa was bringing was here with me. She showed me a picture of him and he was so cute. Just as I wondered where she was, the phone rang.

I excused myself and hopped off the stool and walked over to the living room a few steps away. I knew it would be Lisa and I was right. She said she wasn’t going to be able to make it tonight. She told me to just get the place ready for the guys and she’ll be up with them as soon as possible. I was disappointed but told her I would keep myself entertained. Ron smiled as I said that, but I was bonus veren siteler only teasing him again.

Lisa mentioned on the phone that her father had called her to let her know Ron might pop by at the cabin. I told her that Ron was sitting in her kitchen with them. Lisa wanted to say hello and I handed the phone over to Ron. They chatted for a few minutes and then I was back on the line, Lisa said she was glad Ron was there in case of emergencies. She didn’t want me to be left alone up there. That Ron’s cabin was just a little way down in case I needed anything. She asked me how I liked Ron. Before I could say a word, I heard Lisa’s co-worker asking him about tax files or something or other. Lisa told me she had to go and hung up.

When I went back to Ron, I was in a bit of a mood. Lisa had talked me up here early to help her set-up for the boys and now I was doing it alone. I didn’t feel like talking all the sudden. I dropped hints to Ron that it was probably time he leave. He got the message and as I walked him to the door, he invited me to his cabin for lunch the next day. I declined, making up an excuse, and showed him out.

The next morning, Lisa called and told me she would be getting to the cabin around midnight. She had more unexpected work, but to get it ready for the boys because they would arrive before her. We got into a little bit of an argument and she hung up on me. I wanted to call her back, but I talked myself out of it. Her job was stressful and she didn’t need me piling on. I decided to have breakfast and then go for a walk.

It was a beautiful day. I found a trail near the cabin and followed it up the woods. After ten or so minutes, a deer ambled out onto my path. He blinked at my presence and trotted away before I could take a picture. A little way down from where I saw the deer, I found a nice two-story cabin. I wondered if that was Ron’s and my question was answered when he came out the door. He smiled as he saw me and hurried over to where I was standing by the trees. I met him halfway and we exchanged pleasantries.

He asked if I had decided to accept his invitation for lunch. I told him no, that I had wandered over by accident. He seemed a little hurt by that. I felt bad. I added that I was glad to see him anyway and invited him to join me on my walk.

He smiled and went back inside to find his hiking shoes. As I waited, I took a call from a guy I was casually hooking up with every now and then. He asked if he could stop by my place but I told him I was out of the city for a few days. He sounded disappointed and told me he was going to fuck me nice and hard, just the way I liked, next time. I told him he’d better. He laughed and asked for a picture of my tits. I debated about it. I didn’t like sending nudes but I really liked this guy. He had a great cock. First, I made sure Ron was nowhere in sight, then I lifted my shirt and took out my breasts, hanging them over my bra as I took a selfie. He sent me back a cucumber emoji with rain drops. I was in a great mood when Ron came back out. I hugged him. He hugged me back, a little too tight, but didn’t push it too far. Then we trotted up the path.

We spent a lovely couple of hours exploring the outdoors and continuing to get to know each other. We talked about our families and hobbies. He was twice-divorced but still believed in the institution. He said he was a romantic at heart, he said, and liked being in a relationship. He had four kids between his two ex-wives and was dating a lawyer in the city, but it was not serious. I told him about my failed relationships, all two of them. I didn’t have that much experience. Despite the guy I hooked up with, I didn’t really get laid often and could count my lovers in one hand.

Ron listened and charmingly asked me questions about what type of man I was looking for and if I wanted bedava bahis to get married someday. I wasn’t sure about marriage. My parents were never married when I was born and I didn’t really believe in it like he did. He nodded along.

As the day went on, the humidity shot way up. Ron had sweat stains on his shirt collar and armpits and I wasn’t doing much better. We decided to walk back to our cabins and on our way we passed by a small lake.

Ron joked we should take off our clothes and jump into the water to cool off. I surprised him. I told him that was a great idea and pulled off my top. Ron’s mouth hung open. He dreamily stared as I reached behind my back and unclasped the hook on my bra. My breasts jiggled free, half-exposed. I dropped my hands and let the bra fall to the ground, revealing my pale, shapely breasts. Ron couldn’t believe this was happening and it showed all over his face. It was hysterical. I loved teasing men like this.

Ron cleared his throat and asked very sweetly if he could touch my tits. I told him only looking was allowed. He sighed, but said if those were the rules, he was happy to abide, just as long as he got a front row seat to the show. I laughed at that and undid the button of my shorts to take them off. I thought about pulling them down, but taking a cue about this being a show, I turned around, bent over for him and slowly peeled the shorts off my round ass, then rolled it down my legs and stepped out of them.

Ron clapped and hooted. I playfully took a bow and pulled down my panties. My pussy was freshly shaved. Ron was all smiles and started to rub his crotch over his pants.

Laughing, I called foul on that rubbing and told him to quit it. He laughed and took his hands away from his crotch. He unbuttoned his shirt. When he took it off, I saw he was in good shape for a man his age. He didn’t have the body of a nineteen year old, not even a forty year old, but he had muscles here and there on his hairy chest and arms. He unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down his legs, stepping out of them. His cock was about the same size as the guy I was hooking up with, but Ron was a lot thicker. He had the biggest cockhead I had ever seen. I was very impressed.

When we were both naked, we walked into the water and waded towards the middle of the lake. After the sticky heat, the water felt amazing and refreshing. We swam around, laughing about how we ended up here together. A few times, he tried to get a little too close to me, circling his hands around me. I paddled away and he would try to catch me. It was a lot of fun. As it started getting dark, Ron dove underneath the surface of the water and came back up. His white hair was sticking to his scalp. I did the same, but when I came back up, I felt something on my neck. I looked in the water’s reflection and saw what looked like a snail sucking my throat.

I shrieked, trying to get it off. Ron swam over. He saw the tiny creature and knew what to do. He rubbed it between his fingers until it let go. He threw it away. I looked at my reflection, checking my neck and saw it had left a bite mark with its little teeth. I shivered and wondered out loud if I should see a doctor, but Ron assured me it wasn’t poisonous. He said he and his son, even Lisa and Arnold, had all been bitten by one those things at various times. I was very grateful for his soothing words. He smiled and leaned closer. I knew what he was going to do. My initial instinct was to swim away again, but I was feeling pretty comfortable with Ron at this time. I let him kiss me.

The kiss started slow and sweet, little pecks and wet kisses, smiling at each other. I intended this to last only for a few minutes and swim away, but I started to enjoy myself. Ron was a good kisser. Our mouths locked and we tasted each other tongues. Then I suddenly cried out, breaking deneme bonus away from his mouth, as the sneaky, old bastard slid his cock inside me.

I was surprised by how good it felt nestled inside my pussy. His fat cockhead and thick shaft provided incredible stimulation. Ron kissed me again, ramming his tongue in my mouth, as he rammed his cock deeper inside me. I cried louder, feeling my vaginal walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. The sensation was incredible. He started to pump, calling me “a little cock tease,” and a “fuck toy.” I instinctively fell into my submissive nature during sex, crying out; “Yes, yes, fuck me, big daddy, fuck this wet pussy.” He reached behind me and gripped my ass cheeks with both hands. “Awwwww, fuck, so good, daddy!” After a few minutes of heavy pumping in the water, making me trash in his arms, we decided we should head back to his cabin.

Ron and I swam back to the shore and picked-up our clothes but didn’t bother to put them on. We were only a few minutes from his door. Ron held my hand as he led thru the woods and ended up in front of his cabin. He opened it with his key and led me into his bedroom. Our bodies were still wet from the river and covered in a little dirt.

Ron suggested we take a shower first but I couldn’t wait another second. I wanted him inside me again. I crawled onto the bed on all fours. He climbed onto the bed behind me on his knees. He rubbed his cock on my pussy, making me whimper and getting me super excited. He wacked it against my slit three times and I moaned as I heard the hard slapping sounds. I got so excited I reached back and gripped his cock. He laughed, watching my hand trying to inject it into my pussy.

I wasn’t doing a good job. His big cockhead kept either slipping off my labias or I couldn’t quite get it to fit. I tried and tried. I couldn’t quite grip it properly or something. Ron told me I better let him take care of it himself. I let him take his cock back from my hand. I felt him lining up then he gently pumped his hips forward in a gentle sawing motion. His cockhead sank into me in his first try. I never cried harder in my life up to that point. It felt so good to have him back inside me.

Ron grabbed my hips and yanked my ass at his crotch, fucking me wildly and without mercy. I came in within a minute, twice. The first orgasm was long and made me shake like an earthquake. Ron spanked my ass as rode my spasms. The second orgasm happened a couple of minutes later. It was short but wetter. I could hear his cock sliding in and out of my sopping went pussy. Ron finished inside me a couple minutes after that. He fell on top of my ass, exhausted and breathing hard. I was equally out of breath and collapsed on the bed. We woke up a few hours later and did it all over again. This time missionary and cowgirl. Ron invited me to stay at his cabin for the rest of my trip. I hesitated but eventually agreed and ended up staying there with him two full weeks.

When I finally got back to the city, Ron called me and asked me out on a proper date. I had a great time. He brought me flowers, took me dancing, and didn’t seem upset at the end of the night when I told him I wanted to wait before having sex with him again. Ron liked the idea. He said he was just happy I had a good time and was looking forward to taking me out again. I told him it was going to be a while before he saw my pussy again. He laughed and said we’ll see about that. I enjoyed teasing him those two months. Ron said they were the longest months of his life and he never wanted me to do that to him again. He said the same thing a year later in our honeymoon.

My parents weren’t very supportive because our age difference but they came around once their first grandson was born.

Ron retired right around my thirty-second birthday. We spent a few years traveling together with our two sons before we settled down in a nice house in the city. Although, we visited the cabin often up until his death. I’m now re-married to another wonderful man, I’ve been lucky that way, but there’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think my Ron.