Recuperation

The look on Adele’s face was a joy to behold.

“You don’t seriously think I’m going to let you fuck me in front of my students, do you?” she hissed at me.

“Yes, I do,” I replied smugly. “If it’s a choice of them seeing you fucked and letting them relax and get a good night’s sleep or seeing you get raped and them panicking and possibly running out into the storm, you’ll opt for the fucking. Don’t worry. I’ll treat you properly and we can give the girls a practical education at the same time.”

I steered Adele towards the kitchen table, hand pressed against her back ensuring she bent forward over it. She was yea close to panicking, only keeping her head together because she didn’t want to panic the girls. From the look on their faces they were in a similar state. Well, two of them were. Brenda had a look of interested suspicion. Brenda, I decided, was quite intelligent, a fact disguised by her lovely face.

Turning my attention back to Adele I took hold of her trousers. As far as I could see they had an elasticised waistband. Good for easy dressing when out camping. I gave them a firm tug and they sailed right down to knee level, exposing quite a nice bottom now clad in a pair of white cotton panties. I rubbed my hand lightly over Adele’s bottom, hearing her whimper softly.

Then I hauled back and gave her a bloody good spank, my hand landing hard and hot on her bottom. She screamed, the two brunettes screamed, and Brenda nodded thoughtfully.

“Now if you’ve all quite finished mucking around,” I roared at them, “might I suggest that you all get yourselves to bed? The power won’t last forever, especially in this storm, and it’s going to be a long cold night. The light’s being turned off in five minutes and I expect you all to be in your sleeping-bags by then.”

The three young ladies made haste to get into their sleeping-bags, the nonsense about them sleeping in their clothes forgotten. Adele was standing up, clutching at her bottom, and going, “What? What? What?”

“What I said applies to you, too, woman. The lot of you should just grow up and start acting like the adults you are. You’ve been acting like a maiden aunt locked away with an admitted rapist. Start treating people by the way they act, not the way they look.”

Adele retreated, red-faced, suddenly in a hurry to reach her own sleeping-bag. I waited until she was in it before turning off the light and retiring myself.

I woke early. The storm was gone and dawn was breaking. Knowing how women are in the morning I hastened to use the bathroom before anyone else woke up and stole it. Clothes changed and feeling refreshed I wandered around the cabin. I wasn’t going to make breakfast yet, preferring the girls sleep a little longer. Brenda, I noticed, was awake and looking at me with sleepy eyes.

I crossed over and looked down at her, considering her and her behaviour. She just lay there looking back up at me with a small smile twitching on her lips. I pointed to her and then jerked my thumb towards the door. Turning, I wandered outside.

I’d been enjoying the dawn for about ten minutes when Brenda came outside. Amazingly fast time for a young lady first thing in the morning. She strolled over to where I was leaning back against a tree, enjoying the scenery.

“You wanted me?” she asked.

“Still do,” I said calmly. I looked her over and nodded. “Yes, indeed, I still do.”

She blushed and said nothing but she certainly caught the innuendo. I looked at her some more. She was certainly well worth looking at. She was wearing trousers similar to those Adele had been wearing. Now that I thought about it all the girls were dressed similarly. Common sense, I guess, being dressed for a hike and all.

“Take off your trousers,” I told her, making no move to help her do so.

She looked at me and I was damned if I could tell what she was thinking. Balls of steel on this one, was my thought.

She made up her mind and pushed her trousers down, sending her panties along with them. She kept looking at me while she did so, even while she was lifting each leg to take them right off. Then she was standing there, nude from the waist down, bar her socks. She hadn’t, I now noticed, bothered to put her shoes on before coming outside.

She also hadn’t bother about asking any silly questions. She knew what I was going to do and she was agreeing. I reached down and started massaging her, first her mons, then sliding between her legs and rubbing her mound. The only reaction seemed to be that she started breathing a bit harder.

I changed directions and slid my hands up, over her tummy and under her top. It was my intention to push her bra up off her breasts, giving me additional toys to play with. I was slightly surprised to find my hands slipping under her unfastened bra and onto her breasts. (Not so surprised that I let go her breasts.) I raised an eyebrow in query.

She knew what I was asking and simply shrugged.

“Have you ever tried to sleep with a bra on?” she challenged.

I had to admit that I had not.

“Yeah, well you have to undo them or you won’t get much sleep. I just haven’t had a chance this morning to do it up again.”

Who am I to doubt her explanation? I accepted it as offered and continued stroking her breasts. Fun while it lasted, but the really interesting action was going to take place downstairs.

I unzipped and dragged out my erection, finally letting it see the light of day. Brenda looked down, saw my erection, blushed, and pointedly looked elsewhere. I moved a little closer and now my cock was pressing lightly against her tummy. Her blush got a little deeper but she made no attempt to back away.

I reached down and made a suitable adjustment. Her eyes opened a little wider as she felt me seeking an entrance. She looked a little nervous but that was all. Definitely not scared. Oddly enough, despite her willingness, I had this feeling that she was still a virgin, so I took it slowly.

I eased into her, finding my suspicions correct and changing that status. She winced slightly at her change of circumstances but after that she seemed to be concentrating on feeling me entering her. She was hot and wet and tight, and the operative word was tight. It was fortunate that I was hard enough that I could have used my erection to crack rocks. I continued slowly pushing home. It wasn’t as though I had much choice where speed was concerned. She was so tight that all I could do was lean into her, her passage seeming to begrudge the fact that it had to yield to my metal, reluctantly giving way and then closing tightly around me.

Finally I was fully in place. My hands had crept back up and found her breasts and I was right to go. From the look of anticipation, so was Brenda.

We rocked together gently, my cock just easing its way in and out, with Brenda moving dreamily against me. She let out a single long, “Oh,” sound, pleasurable delight echoing in it. Then she fell silent, eyes closed, just rocking in place with me.

Quite frankly, she felt fantastic. I saw no necessity to get a move on and start energetically fucking her. This gentle susurration of our bodies was all that we needed, telling us what we wanted to know. It was rather strange really, just standing there, moving gently in and out while she moved with me, pleasure flowing through us.

Damned if I know how long we stood there. Time just lost meaning, our bodies in command. At some stage I idly noticed that she was approaching a climax. Normally this would be my cue to hop to it and apply myself, ensuring that she reached the desired end result. This time I ignored it, just continuing the way I’d been going.

Her climax came, sneaking quietly up on her and then jumping her, crashing through her. She gasped and clutched hold of me tightly. Her passage did the same thing where my cock was concerned, clamping down on me and forcing me into my own climax. We stayed like that for another minute or so, just holding each other and breathing heavily.

Finally we separated and she stood back and looked at me.

“That was, that was, well. . .” She shrugged helplessly, not knowing what to say. That was fair enough. I had no idea of what to say either.

She suddenly smiled, bent down and grabbed her clothes and pulled them on. Then she flitted back to the cabin and was gone. I tidied my own clothes and continued to enjoy the early morning.

When I finally went back in all the girls were up and their sleeping-bags rolled up. Adele was just putting breakfast in the table. She’d finished using the rest of my supplies from the look of it. Didn’t those girls bring any supplies with them? The girls were a lot friendlier than they had been the night before. Dawn and no storm apparently made a big difference. Adele was still mad at me, apparently resenting that slap on the bottom. Served her right in my book.

After breakfast the ladies departed. Before they left Adele produced a map and asked if I could point out exactly where they were. I could and did, giving them directions to get to the point they were supposed to be at. Then they filed out and were gone.

I looked at my devastated supplies, decided it wasn’t worth replenishing them, tidied the cabin and departed myself, heading back home.

I was fit and well again. I was also without a car but I had a few days holiday left. I would put the time to good use finding a decent vehicle, paid for by courtesy of the insurance company. I wondered if I’d ever meet Brenda again. I could stand seeing her again quite easily.