The cabin part one
The cabin
I had been looking forward to the break for weeks, it seemed that we both had been working day after day, so I figured a weekend away, just the pair of us, would be a perfect escape from the monotony of work, sleep, work sleep that the pair of us had been accustomed to.
A secluded log cabin, with hot tub in the highlands of Scotland singled out months ago, was the destination. Set in tranquil settings, by a loch, close to a golf course, a cabin with an open fire, it seemed like a weekend designed to recharge the batteries.
We set off early and arrived early afternoon, there was a car already beside the cabin.
‘Are you sure you’re at the right cabin?’ I asked spotting the car.
‘We’re early, its probably cleaners’ replied hubby.
‘They must be good at their jobs’ I said getting out of the Range Rover as hubby stopped.
‘Why you say that?’ he asked.
‘Oh, they’re in a fucking Mercedes’ I winked.
Hubby smiled.
As I approached the cabin the door opened.
‘Drink darling?’ said a beaming Samantha more as an order than a question.
As usual she was dressed impeccably, her huge cleavage on show but her breasts kept hidden behind a very sexy leopard basque with a pair of the smallest briefs and black stockings and suspenders.
‘Oh wow, I love that outfit’ I smiled taking the drink.
‘Thought you might, there’s one in the bedroom for you’ she laughed.
Sam led me to the lounge where martin was dressed casually and trying to get the open fire started.
‘Have you lot been?’ I said being interrupted by Samantha.
‘Plotting?’ laughed Sam.
‘Of course. Wayne can you bring over some paper while I get this bloody thing going’ said Martin.
Wayne and martin worked on the fire as I sat chatting with Samantha.
‘You have been plotting!’ I smiled at Samantha taking a drink of the Rioja she’d given me.
‘’We plot all the time’ laughed Sam.
‘Yes, but he tells me about you meeting him and the fucking you get up to’ I winked.
‘You’re always invited’ laughed Sam.
‘I know, but you two are at it all fucking night’ I laughed.
‘He’s such a slut’ laughed Sam hysterically.
‘So seeing that you lot have been plotting so much, what you planning for dinner?’ I asked.
‘Barbeque, a few drinks, a laugh in the hot tub, and a screw by that loch outside’ smiled Samantha.
‘It’s freezing outside, it looks like snow’ I said getting up and walking towards the patio doors.
‘It’s only October, it doesn’t arrive here until next month’ said Samantha.
‘Then those flakes?’ I said noticing a few flakes of snow descending.
‘You’ll have to excuse me’ said Sam wandering off to the bedroom.
Hubby and Martin had managed to get the fire roaring and had settled down in front of it drinking beer.
It was now late afternoon, the sun was going down fast and the lights needed switching on. I wandered around the cabin turning on the lights.
Looking through the glass the few flakes had turned in to an awful lot more, it was snowing, and snowing hard.
‘I’m going for a bath’ I announced to Wayne and Martin.
Wayne nodded.
‘I presume the dress code has already been laid out for me?’ i said to nobody in particular.
‘The same as what Samantha was wearing’ said Martin, as I wandered to the bedroom passing Sam who was in obvious deep conversation on her phone.
I had been looking forward to the break for weeks, it seemed that we both had been working day after day, so I figured a weekend away, just the pair of us, would be a perfect escape from the monotony of work, sleep, work sleep that the pair of us had been accustomed to.
A secluded log cabin, with hot tub in the highlands of Scotland singled out months ago, was the destination. Set in tranquil settings, by a loch, close to a golf course, a cabin with an open fire, it seemed like a weekend designed to recharge the batteries.
We set off early and arrived early afternoon, there was a car already beside the cabin.
‘Are you sure you’re at the right cabin?’ I asked spotting the car.
‘We’re early, its probably cleaners’ replied hubby.
‘They must be good at their jobs’ I said getting out of the Range Rover as hubby stopped.
‘Why you say that?’ he asked.
‘Oh, they’re in a fucking Mercedes’ I winked.
Hubby smiled.
As I approached the cabin the door opened.
‘Drink darling?’ said a beaming Samantha more as an order than a question.
As usual she was dressed impeccably, her huge cleavage on show but her breasts kept hidden behind a very sexy leopard basque with a pair of the smallest briefs and black stockings and suspenders.
‘Oh wow, I love that outfit’ I smiled taking the drink.
‘Thought you might, there’s one in the bedroom for you’ she laughed.
Sam led me to the lounge where martin was dressed casually and trying to get the open fire started.
‘Have you lot been?’ I said being interrupted by Samantha.
‘Plotting?’ laughed Sam.
‘Of course. Wayne can you bring over some paper while I get this bloody thing going’ said Martin.
Wayne and martin worked on the fire as I sat chatting with Samantha.
‘You have been plotting!’ I smiled at Samantha taking a drink of the Rioja she’d given me.
‘’We plot all the time’ laughed Sam.
‘Yes, but he tells me about you meeting him and the fucking you get up to’ I winked.
‘You’re always invited’ laughed Sam.
‘I know, but you two are at it all fucking night’ I laughed.
‘He’s such a slut’ laughed Sam hysterically.
‘So seeing that you lot have been plotting so much, what you planning for dinner?’ I asked.
‘Barbeque, a few drinks, a laugh in the hot tub, and a screw by that loch outside’ smiled Samantha.
‘It’s freezing outside, it looks like snow’ I said getting up and walking towards the patio doors.
‘It’s only October, it doesn’t arrive here until next month’ said Samantha.
‘Then those flakes?’ I said noticing a few flakes of snow descending.
‘You’ll have to excuse me’ said Sam wandering off to the bedroom.
Hubby and Martin had managed to get the fire roaring and had settled down in front of it drinking beer.
It was now late afternoon, the sun was going down fast and the lights needed switching on. I wandered around the cabin turning on the lights.
Looking through the glass the few flakes had turned in to an awful lot more, it was snowing, and snowing hard.
‘I’m going for a bath’ I announced to Wayne and Martin.
Wayne nodded.
‘I presume the dress code has already been laid out for me?’ i said to nobody in particular.
‘The same as what Samantha was wearing’ said Martin, as I wandered to the bedroom passing Sam who was in obvious deep conversation on her phone.
8 years ago