Chapter 8
8
Christian
E mily is more than what I gave her credit for. I thought she’d reveal herself as a pampered brat, accustomed to the luxuries of the big city. But instead of complaining non-stop, she actually went to work. When I stepped out for dinner, I saw that she’d cleaned the cabin from top to bottom, scrubbing even the fronds of the big ceiling fan in the living room. The curvy girl’s also an incredible cook, and the stew that we had for dinner was mouth-wateringly delicious. My stomach growls now with appreciation because I don’t think I’ve ever had stew so good. It was a thick, stick-to-your-ribs concoction filled with hearty chunks of meat and cut-up root vegetables, and I have half a mind to ask her to pass on the recipe to my chef in Vegas.
So yes, the curvy girl is much more than what I anticipated. I thought she’d be a whiny princess, used to having her face glued to her phone while watching TikTok videos and reality TV shows. But instead, Emily’s made herself useful, and if anything, my time at the cabin is more comfortable because she’s here.
I stretch both arms over my head, cracking the bones in my shoulders and neck. Fuck, as a man in my forties, my body gets stiff sometimes. I’m still an athlete, don’t get me wrong, and adhere to a rigorous workout regimen that’s given me the sculpted build of a gladiator. But still, age catches up to everyone and I haven’t been immune.
But as I stretch, my chair rotates a bit and I accidentally glance in the direction of the attached bathroom. That’s when a fucking heart attack practically makes me fall to the ground because the door to the bathroom has come ajar. This cabin is old, and a lot of things don’t fit perfectly together. Floorboards creak, the walls curve, and random doors are always coming open, the bathroom door included.
My mouth drops as my cock stiffens because holy shit, I can see the curvy girl as she showers. Sure, my vision’s obscured by billowing wafts of steam, but I get a glimpse of Emily’s lush, nubile form. She’s humming a little as she soaps herself up, and I can make out the outline of a big breast, perfect in its teardrop shape, with the faint pink of her nipple visible. Her waist is small, and her hips wide, the perfect build for a woman. Her long blonde hair is wet, streaming down her back, and I have a vision of wrapping it around one big fist before pushing her down and entering her from behind.
Emily has no idea that I’m watching though. She’s innocent and continues to hum as she lifts one leg up to brace it against the wall. Holy fuck, what the hell is going on? I watch, palming my fuckshaft, as the young woman reaches for a pink razor and then begins to shave herself there. What the hell? Is this something young girls do now?
Even more, I can see it all. I watch, rapt and hungry, as she gently pulls her labia tight, getting a close shave on her fat bottom lip, before turning to her other labia and shaving that one well. The beautiful blonde taps her clit lightly, teasing herself, before letting out a satisfied sigh. Then, the unspeakable happens. Yes, my little brat is more than just dirty. She’s fucking filthy, and as I watch, she props her knee up even higher against the slick tiles of the wall. Then, she bends forward, parting the big white cheeks of her bottom, and begins shaving that tight pucker.
My cock jerks in my hand, an involuntary gush of ejaculate wetting my palm. Holy fuck ...? Is this really happening? But sure enough, Emily is gently swiping her back buttonhole, making sure to get all the hair there so that she’s as bare and clean as a baby. Not only that, but she switches positions. She straightens, still with her knee propped against the wall, and then twists and stretches so that one hand is in back of herself, wielding the razor as she scrapes against that delicious knot from a different angle.
I’m overcome with desire. I can’t help it. I never thought I’d have a beautiful young woman in my cabin, with giant Double Ds and a pretty pink pussy. Not to mention that tight, vulnerable asshole .... FUCK! With a growl, I rush out the door and hurl myself out of the cabin, disappearing into the forest behind the property. My thick shaft is in my hand and within seconds, I’ve ejaculated like a madman against a tree. Hot spurts of come erupt like a machine gun going berserk, spraying filth all over the pure, innocent snow as I howl with release. I desperately crave the innocent woman in my house ... but I can’t have her because she’s my ex’s daughter.