Work in Progress

I entered the room, it was nothing special. A bed, large, and well made. A table, wooden, and covered in a white cloth. There were ridges and recesses that looked curious in shape as the cloth dipped and raised over something upon the table. The sunlight, which was slowly leaving us, came through slats in the blind highlighting dust in the air which danced and weaved, disappearing in shadow. The sunlight highlighted spots on the bed that made me want to stretch out naked and feel them up on my skin.

I could still smell the cool, crisp, snowy air from our walk up to the cabin. I could still feel the cold of the air as well as the warmth of the sun upon my naked legs as the the fur jacket he had handed to me at the start of the path, where we had parked the car,  rubbed just below my buttocks. He had ordered me to strip before our trek, and I had at first playfully rejected his order to which he chased me around the car, flinging me into the snow and stripping me bare. My hair was still wet from the ordeal and I studied the room a little more.

He silently pulled the jacket from my body and led me to the bathroom where a warm bath had already been drawn. It was scented with various erotic smells and he held my hand as I climbed in. After being in the cold the warm was tingly against my skin causing my nipples to stiffen even more than the snow had. His hands moved over my skin, soaping me up and cleaning me down. His hands, soft and loving, caressed my back, moving my hair out of the way of the sponge.

(To Be Continued)