It’s a rare treat for a junior executive to be awarded weekend privileges at the company retreat. It’s the perfect opportunity to recharge in the pastoral setting, to soak up the serenity of unspoiled nature and to become revitalized, refreshed, in the head clearing, peaceful environs of fifty wooded acres surrounding a cozy cabin. But as a delightful bonus, my wife and I discovered that the isolated tranquility afforded us the even rarer treat of sexual rejuvenation. The passion and bliss that had sparked our courtship had become dulled by the pressures and hectic city lifestyle of an on the go professional couple.
During that magical fall weekend, ensconced in our private Garden of Eden, Karen and I recaptured a significant slice of youthful ardor. Under blue skies, amid the towering cocoon of ancient trees, on a bed of silken clover splashed with orange and purple, Karen and I experienced sex as truly one of nature’s strongest life forces.
We were so submerged in our work that on the gorgeous, late September Friday afternoon of our departure, Karen brought along her briefcase. Squirreled away in my suitcase was my own office account book. Neither of us could conceive of an unproductive weekend that is, until we were out of the city.
A three hour drive and we were there, and even as I got out of the car to unlock the gate of the private property, I noticed the crisp, clean air and the majestic mural of an imminent sunset painted on the sky. We followed the winding, tree lined trail to the cabin and made quick work of unloading our luggage. After unpacking, we grabbed a warm blanket and decided to take advantage of the fleeting sunlight by scouting the area immediately around the cabin.
Marveling at the brilliant colors of the trees that surrounded us, we hiked along a narrow trail and followed a tributary to its source in a clearing atop a gentle slope. From our elevated perch, we gazed out at the breathtakingly beautiful sight of golden meadows, the beckoning lake and more tree covered slopes. The fading sunlight kissed distant treetops and the subtle breeze caressed us, making our flesh tingle and alerting our senses to the great vastness that was already drawing Karen and me closer together.
Unseen birds serenaded us as we shared a tender kiss. There could be no better way for us to pay homage to the orange sunset than to make love under it. We unfolded the blanket on the grass. A gradually growing passion flickered through us. Energized by the fresh smelling air, the fragrant aroma of the autumn foliage and the lingering rays of the surrendering sunlight, our passion flared. For the first time in too long I saw, really saw, Karen’s exquisite beauty. Against this serendipitous background, my wife seemed to glow, to blossom again into the ravishing woman that the fast paced professional life of the city had blurred in my sight.
Our kiss melted into another, and our hands explored each other’s body with zeal. The blossoming of our mutual desire kept pace with the sinking sun, and by the time we stretched naked together on the soft blanket, twilight bathed our flesh, vividly silhouetting our soaring need to possess each other.
We shuddered in our embrace, and Karen crooned throatily as she nibbled on my neck and writhed under the hot throbbing of my cock. Without the warmth of the sun, the air cooled a bit, so we rolled up in the warmth of the quilt we were lying on. I kissed my way down her flesh and lingered at the cinnamon tips of her nipples. My hands traced the silky outline of her hips as I drew a nipple into my mouth. Beneath me, her vagina was hot, damp, beckoning me inside even before she lifted herself accommodatingly, encouraging me to grab the firm globes of her buttocks.
Suddenly our desire was desperate. My cock pulsated inside her as she bucked and locked me into position with her legs. Then, resisting the overwhelming urge to follow our passion and rush to orgasm, we froze. Teased by the sensations that rippled through us, we savored the ecstasy of just being joined.
Incredible delight flooded me as her vagina clutched my cock. Twilight’s shadows danced over her eyes and her mouth, which was open in a silent gasp. The warmth and feminine softness of her naked body embraced me like a bolt of sun soaked silk. And as I lowered my lips to hers and our tongues intertwined, no amount of self discipline could stop the avalanche of nature’s will. Our hips began to thrust and sway in an escalating rhythm. Her womanhood seemed to blossom around my thrusting penis, claiming me as much as I claimed her. And, all too suddenly, our orgasms erupted, bursting upon us like an exploding rainbow arcing across our senses.
For Karen and me, making love out under a crisp, clear autumn night sky brought back more than tender memories of secret bliss between a couple of college students already we were well on the way to rediscovering each other, and we frolicked together as we headed back to the cabin, laughing and joking.
The sun woke us the next morning. After a hearty breakfast, we set off for what we’d planned would be only a brisk morning hike. It was a beautiful Indian summer day that could occur only in the fall. Soon, however, our hike turned into a leisurely meandering exploration. Around noon we happened upon the inviting lake we’d spotted the evening before from the hilltop site of our sundown lovemaking. We were warmed from our hike, and the cool blue lake was too appealing to pass up. We undressed and splashed around in the refreshing water, giggling like newlyweds as we chased each other. Finally I “caught” Karen just as she climbed up onto the grassy bank.
The tiny rivulets of water that ran down her arms and rolled over her succulent breasts sparkled in the sun’s yellow glare. I pulled myself up to kneel at her feet and licked at her chilled, damp flesh, moving up her thigh with my tongue until I tasted her. Her back arched and her fingers clutched my head, pulling my face hard against her sex. Her long legs began to tremble, and I heard her delicate gasps as my tongue probed the wet, pouting lips of her pussy. When I seized her clitoris between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, Karen began to shudder in orgasm. She cried out as her hips undulated and her tangy nectar glossed my lips. I gripped her buttocks and kept my face pressed against her womanhood, feasting on her bounty as though seeking to devour the very essence of her femininity.
When she finally slumped against me with a gratified moan, I glanced up to see the exquisiteness of my wife’s natural beauty, now so brazenly highlighted by the streaming shafts of sunlight pouring down through the yellow gold leaves of the trees. Her eyes were closed and her head was back, tilted up to the blue sky, as if in homage to the tranquil elements at the moment of her own physical tranquility and fulfillment. Her breasts rose with each breath, the turgid nipples proudly manifesting her pleasure and the brisk autumn breeze.
With feminine grace, Karen seemed to flutter to the ground while pulling me upward. Now kneeling before me, she squeezed my hard shaft between her breasts and licked the head. Gently she cupped my balls in one hand just before taking my swollen glans in her mouth. I swayed on my feet as the magnificent sensations swept through me. At the same time I savored the sight of my lovely wife eagerly gulping more of my cock.
I began to thrust my penis gently into her receptive mouth as she slipped her free hand back to caress my asscheeks. I uttered a lustful groan when her mouth slid off my rigid cock and she began kissing and nibbling her way along the length of my shaft. I almost lost it when her lips reached my balls, and when she sucked them into her mouth while probing my anus with a bold finger, I went over the edge.
My darling wife knows me well. When I arched and shuddered, her mouth was back on my penis. The moment I began to ejaculate, she began sucking, taking every drop of my creamy load.
That blissful experience was merely one of several Karen and I shared during our autumn weekend at the retreat. Just being back amid the grandeur of nature, surrounded by the colorful scenery and fresh, clear air invigorated us. Our senses became keen, our perceptions enlivened and rich. We became part of the land and admired the russet colored flora. Our marriage and our feelings for each other began anew that magical weekend.
Sunday evening, having delayed our departure as long as possible, we reluctantly began the trip back to the city. Bags packed and the cabin secured, we hesitated before actually getting into the car. It was Karen who suggested a stroll to the wooded slope that had hosted our initial sunset rendezvous. Luckily it was still warm for this time of year, and we wanted to take advantage of the fresh, fragrant fall air, which smelled so good.
Our lovemaking was gentle and slow as we savored each other and our place in the vast, unspoiled beauty of our natural surroundings. Sunset became starry night before we finally disengaged from each other and bid farewell to the place that had welcomed our arrival. It had been just one short weekend, but for us it had meant a rejuvenation that could last a lifetime.
In the city and in the routines of our busy professional lives, the changing seasons go mostly unnoticed. The office thermostat regulates the climate to a monotonous constant. Restaurant menus reflect the slightest concession to the seasons with varying offerings of fruits and vegetables. Summer and winter, fall and spring become designated by the television schedule.
Not surprisingly, Karen and I took advantage of the first available opportunity to return to the company retreat. Even though it wasn’t a holiday, just a December weekend, our enthusiasm wasn’t dampened. After all, every season offers its own unique beauty and special opportunity for nature lovers like Karen and me to rediscover each other.
The snowfall was heavier out of the city, and when we arrived at the cabin, we were greeted by a picturesque, white capped wonderland. Breathtaking beauty surrounded us. The bright moon cast shadows across the snow and illuminated the silent night with a surreal glow. The stark contrast of the black sky and white ground seemed perfect, as did the delightful contrast of our warm hands fondling each other in the cold air.
In a high drift of snow among a cluster of bare trees, Karen and I broke our cozy embrace long enough for me to remove my gloves and reach inside her parka for her breasts. She moaned softly as I stroked her erect nipples and purred with sweet pleasure when I unzipped the parka, eased her back into the soft powder of that fresh snow and began to caress her exposed breasts with my lips and tongue.
She held my head tightly against her chest as I feasted on her breasts and slid a hand down inside the pants of her snowsuit. Her thighs parted willingly, giving my fingers access to her warm, furry vulva. She shuddered and sighed as my warm hand explored her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her and teased her clitoris with my thumb, thrilling to the rhythmic movements she made and to her squeals of delight.
“I want you,” she moaned, reaching for me. “Fuck me!”
She squirmed beneath me, and when I rocked back on my knees, she pushed me back into the snow and scrambled on top of me. Straddling my thighs, Karen unzipped my pants and pulled out my hot, throbbing cock. She bent over and sucked it into her warm mouth. Teasingly she moved her mouth off me more than once, exposing my cock to the cold before heating me up with her mouth.
By now I was reaching for her, desperate in my urgency, pulling her up and yanking at the pants of her snowsuit. She accommodated me, her hips wriggling as she positioned herself to mount my cock. My hands squeezed the porcelain smooth flesh of her hips after I’d managed to tug her pants down to just below her knees. Again we had come prepared, and we cuddled together all bundled up in a sturdy blanket. My hands caressing her buttocks, thighs and hips added extra warmth as she squatted over my cock, gripped the swollen root of my shaft and, finally, impaled herself on me.
Karen hunched forward, covering me with herself as she humped her hips in increasingly rapid up and down motions, making the slippery, warm crevice of her vagina glide up and down my penis. Soon I was thrusting and bucking beneath her, feeling the pleasure build and build.
The cold, snowy air whipped around us, but we were lost in each other, thrilled by the wondrous contrast of the frigid wind against our hot flesh. Our joyous cries shattered the placid wintry night, enhancing the adventure of our outdoor lovemaking. The snowdrift was our cocoon as we spun our own magical web of love and pleasure.
My climax seemed to jolt Karen into her own shuddering orgasm. We clung to each other, riding out the tides of our ecstasy long after I’d filled her with the juice of my passion. Even the frigid surroundings couldn’t cool our exhilaration as we finally stood, covered ourselves and brushed the powdery snow off each other. We meandered back to the cabin, marveling at the sheer beauty of the snow covered landscape. Once inside, Karen and I playfully kissed and hugged each other. We enjoyed some hot chocolate, for we needed some warming up, and cuddled by the fire. The rest of the weekend was spent in our cabin retreat, far from the cares of the city. Savoring the warmth of each other, we made love passionately and frequently, while the snow drifted lazily outside.
We are, I suppose, a couple for all seasons. And thus far, Karen and I haven’t had an off season since coming back to nature to shake off the city drabness. But best of all, through the changing seasons, Karen and I know we will be together, expressing our love and passion for each other in a setting only nature can provide. Our marriage is so good.