“Sure buddy… uh. Just gimme five minutes to get ready,” I tell him, almost hanging up straight away and wondering just how I can do something about the biggest erection I’ve had in my whole life.
“You okay, slick?” Greg asks, making me flush harder as I stifle a groan.
“Sure thing, buddy. Just caught me napping, long time since I had nothing but time on my hands, ya know?” I ask, looking down at the grip I have on my meat.
Or my hands on your daughter…
“Alright then, we’ll be in the dining room, see you soon champ, can’t wait,” he adds enthusiastically before hanging up.
It’s freezing cold outside, blowing a near blizzard by the time I look out the window again.
But I calmly undress, and ignoring my red hot arousal, I run a cold shower, not even feeling the freezing water hit me and my hot fat length.
Willing it to go down, I’m hoping I can make myself decent before I go down to the dining hall without having to take care of business myself.
But I know that would be useless.
It’s got Serena written all over it. I’ll never do anything with it until I feel it inside her tight, quivering-
Dammit! I gotta stop thinking like this.
I manage a shave to take my mind off things, growling once I find I can’t quite fit into my jeans like I should once I’m done. Even though I look up when drying myself off, thinking about anything but her, I can’t help it.
This is gonna be one hell of a week.
I wish I’d known the effect she’d have on me, being within a hundred yards let alone having to sit at the same lunch table in a few minutes.
It’s a short walk from the cabins over to the main lodge, but I hug myself through my thin coat, nowhere near warm enough.
I did notice the lodge shop next to the foyer carries a whole range of overpriced winter gear.
How convenient.
Ah well, I’ll need some skis anyway if we’re gonna do this thing right. I don’t want to count on Greg for everything like snow gear either.
Even though I know, knowing him, he’ll have a trunk full of stuff he’s been saving just for such an occasion.
Greg.
My best friend. Lifelong too, I don’t have the courage to put his heartbreak and my balls deep inside Serena in the same thought.
Not yet anyway. It is only day one though.
Stamping my feet at the main entrance, I feel the welcoming rush of warm air as I step inside, glancing into the store full of gear as I pass.
Just as I thought, way overpriced but damn. If that jacket isn’t just what I need.
Money’s no issue, it’s the nerve of some places. I guess everyone deserves to at least try and turn a buck.
The smell of food leads me to the dining hall, where an older female version of the guy who checked me in eyes me up and down, frowning.
I figure she’s related, or maybe it just happens to people when they live in the woods alone, year after year.
“Reservation?” she huffs, picking up on my vibe once I look her up and down in reply. “Only breakfast is included, you’ll need to make paid reservations for-”
“Carter!” I hear Greg calling out. “God damn, look at you,” he says heartily, slapping me on the back and dislodging the last of the snow from my shoulders.
“It’s alright, Mr. Everett is with our group,” he explains to the sour faced old woman, gripping me by the arm and dragging me closer towards what I can already feel is my next hard on, this time in a public place.
The sensation I had by the window in my room feels magnified like I’m under a giant lens the closer my friend urges me towards his waiting daughter.
By the time we get near enough to his table, I can see her already standing.
“You remember-” Greg starts to say, but she’s already in my arms. “Serena…” his voice trails off.
Her whole body pressed hard up against my front, drawing a low sound from me once I feel her softness against my raging dick.
Without her jacket I can hold all of her easily, feeling her heavy chest stiffen against my abs, her nipples scratching through the delicate fabric of her sweater.
“Uhh? Don’t I get a hug, big man?” Greg asks awkwardly, and I have to let her go to keep it looking natural.
I make sure Greg’s seat is between us as I reach over to embrace him.
“Of course, of course,” I tell him, holding him tight and slapping his back. “So good to see you both, it really is,” I tell him truthfully.
I think I manage to sit down quick enough for no one to notice, but my dick is hard north. Straight up in my jeans.