What an odd commercial. Cheesy, with the innuendo, and horrible voice acting. The woman saying ‘Oh Johnny’ sounded like she was bored. At least I got to experience the full feeling and sensation with Kat, since she was on the…
Oh… no… We were stuck in here and she didn’t have her purse when she was taken. She’d said she was on the pill. Didn’t she have to take it every day? Or…
“Kat?” My voice cracked slightly. She looked over at me so I continued after clearing my throat. “Uh, earlier… you mentioned you were on the pill, right?”
I think she saw the worry I was trying to hide. At least, I think. I’m not actually sure what kind of look she gave me, since it crossed her face and left as soon as it had appeared.
“Kat?” I pressed again, wondering what she was thinking or what was happening.
“It… will be ok.” Kat looked over at me and smiled warmly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I’ve lied to you or anything. I really am on the pill,” she paused for a moment, looking like she was concentrating on something. “We should be ok. I don’t think I’m at the most fertile part of my cycle.”
Well… that meant that every time we were having sex, we were basically gambling with the chances of having a pregnancy – with a woman I didn’t know much about… except that her father was a really wealthy and probably very powerful man. I’m not sure that would go over well, trying to introduce myself as his daughter’s boyfriend and explain away a pregnancy. I glanced at her again, but she didn’t look worried. In fact, she was smiling and staring at me.
“Uh…”
“Shhh…” Kat interrupted me. She got up and walked over to me, placing her hands on my face. “Don’t worry, Paul. It’s only been a few days, but I have a feeling everything will work out.”
Huh, if that didn’t sound cryptic then I was reading into what she just said a bit too much.
I felt a little awkward, unsure what to say or do next. I know it was basic, something you just ask your partner. Hmm, my partner. I liked the sound of that.. Kat stretched and yawned. It made me yawn as well.
“Well, looks like we’re both tired.” She giggled softly. She offered me her hand. “Shall we go to bed?”
“Sounds good to me.” We walked into the bedroom and turned in for the night. I wish I could say we made love, but it must have been the semi-dark feeling the cabin had, what with all windows covered by snow, that was making me feel just plain exhausted, as if I had run a marathon. Plus, snuggling up naked with Kat was incredibly relaxing and felt incredibly good. I felt her breathing slow, my own eyes closing.
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“…al… aul… Paaaaul…” The gradual whispers woke me from my dreamless sleep.
“Uhhhhh… what time is it?” I asked, feeling like my eyelids wouldn’t quite open. I felt her reach across my chest. I squinted out one eye, seeing her check my phone.
“11. Good morning, sleepyhead.” She kissed me, a tender sweet kiss that made me happy. That was definitely a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. I caught the scent of coffee in the air, plus something else. Eggs? Bacon? I couldn’t tell.
“You’ve been busy, huh?” I kissed her nose.
“Yep.” Her giggle was still as cute as when I first heard it. “I made us breakfast, then when I came in to wake you up, you looked so peaceful. I drew a picture of you, and then I climbed in to wake you, before our food got too cold.”
“Ok, just let me use the bathroom real quick.” I had to pee. Pretty badly. And for whatever reason, it was that feeling that, when just waking, the bladder doesn’t feel full, but within a few minutes, you feel like you’re going to piss yourself. I also had a rock hard erection, thanks in part to morning wood – I looked it up once, it actually has a scientific name of ‘nocturnal penile tumescence’ – but also to the fact Kat was wearing an apron, which must have been here in the cabin, and nothing else. The front of the apron hid her breasts, but her cleavage was still incredible to look at. What had me turned on the most was seeing her crawl back out of bed, her backside completely bare, save for the two ties at the neck and waist. Wow, her ass was absolutely amazing! I groaned, frustrated that I’d have to figure out a way to pee with my penis sticking straight out.
“Hmm… did I cause that?” Kat sounded overly innocent, looking at the tent I made of the covers. “Maybe I should take care of it then…”
“But I have to pee…” I can’t believe I was attempting to refuse her.
“I read in a magazine that guys can get an intense and incredible orgasm when their bladders are full. Wanna test it out?” Her sly grin made me smile too.
“With you looking like that, and knowing what you’re capable of, I doubt I’ll last long at all.”
“Hmm, then we can still have warm food.” With that, she crawled back on to the bed, peeling the covers off my body. Today, she wasted no time at all, grasping the base of my shaft and putting the head into her mouth. Holy crap, she was right, it felt more intense. Every sensation she made with her tongue, lips or teeth jolted up to my groin. It felt like I was on the edge of orgasm, due to the pressure of my bladder.
“Oh God, Kat, that feels amazing!” I started moaning, panting as she picked up speed. “Oh, oh… hmmm…” It was intense. I was becoming delirious with pleasure. It started to feel like I was at the cusp of orgasm, but it just kept building in intensity. Higher and higher my pleasure went. My hands grasped hold of the sheets, hanging on for dear life. I was panting now, words failing me. My hips were jerking around, almost out of my own control. My panting built to a rapid in and out as I felt an incredibly powerful orgasm building. This feeling was definitely it, not the trick of my full bladder. I held my breath as the first wave of pleasure felt like a dam bursting within my whole groin. I could still feel my full bladder, pressing against something, making it feel more intense. Kat was watching me, those green eyes glued to mine, clearly smiling. As the next few waves hit, my breath let out, animalistic grunts coming from me with each spasm. Her mouth just caught every bit, swallowing. It felt like she was using my cock as a straw to suck out my cum.
As the last bit of cum leaked out of me, Kat licked it from the tip of my penis. I felt hyper-sensitive still, the contact making me jerk.
“Well? What kind of results do we have? Is the hypothesis true?” She was grinning triumphantly now, as if she’d finished a race or won a medal.
“Uhhhh…” I still couldn’t speak. I just nodded as much as I could, panting to catch my breath. “Gahh… I… wow.” My heart was slowly returning to a normal pace. Kat crawled up to plant a kiss on my lips. I could barely wrap one of my arms around her back to accept the kiss. Part of her weight shifted onto my stomach and I was immediately reminded how badly I needed to pee. “Ok, gotta go now.”
“Oops, sorry.” She kissed me once more on the forehead, then turned and walked slowly out of the room, swishing her ass side to side, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was watching. She blew a kiss and then she was out of sight. I slowly tried standing up. My legs were shaky, uncertain after such a powerful orgasm. But, as I made it to the toilet, I was soft enough to pee comfortably. I’d say that experiment was a profound success. But, further studying and confirmation would have to be made before we changed it from a theory to a scientific law. I’d have to tell Kat my findings.
Venturing out into the kitchen/dining area, I saw the small feast Kat had prepared. Wow. This girl did have a talent for cooking. There was a bowl of scrambled eggs, still steaming, a plate of bacon that looked cooked to perfection, some sausage links, biscuits, and Kat had already poured orange juice into our two cups. And there was the coffee I smelled, steaming in two mugs. I sat down in awe, and thanked her for the massive breakfast.
“You’re welcome, Paul. Thank you for that serving of cream,” She winked. “I wasn’t sure how you’d want your coffee, but I think mine will be perfect now.” Wow. She was still wearing the apron and nothing else. I had only donned a pair of shorts, but we ate and enjoyed the breakfast. We had idle conversation, small talk and sharing of stories from our childhood and on.
Just as we had finished and were picking up our plates and clearing the table, I heard it. It sounded like a rumble, a low hum.
“Kat do you hear that?” I paused what I was doing, listening intently.
“What?” She stopped too, looking at me.
“Just… listen, do you hear that low rumbling sound?”
“Yeah, yeah I do. What do you think it is?” We looked between each other, but the sound gradually got louder and louder, until I realized what it was.
“Ah, it’s a snowblower!” I quickly set the plates I was holding into the sink then heard the loud knock at the door. I ran to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of pants, then shrugging into my coat. “Kat, get dressed or hide, whatever you need to do, I think that’s Max, the owner!” Kat scrambled to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. I approached the main door, hoping that it was just Max, so I could still have more time with Kat. Slowly opening the door, I was right, as the sight of thick, rope-like braids of beard stuck out from a bundled face and body. It was odd, but much better to see that than the wall of snow that had covered the storm door. I opened the storm door for him.
“Hi! Just clearing out some of the snow, thought I’d check on you guys, see if you needed anything!” Max gestured behind himself, and I was in awe. There was almost a tunnel behind him, snow reaching up above his head. That has to be a drift; we couldn’t have gotten that much snow…
“Hi Max. We’re fine in here, just antsy to get out.” He chuckled at my response.
“Cabin fever setting in?” I could see a grin on his face, as he looked past me to the closed door.
“Well, uh… not exactly.” I didn’t tell him that authorities were searching for the ‘missing’ girl I was with. “The phone in here doesn’t work, and my cell doesn’t have reception out here.”
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