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Three couples’ weekend outing goes awry.
This story is part of the 2009 Nude Day Story Contest.
It’s a little long for a contest story and I was originally going to split it into three parts, but I thought it flowed well and had enough different sex scenes to keep it interesting. Or at least I hope so.
You writers know how these things work: your creations always surprise you, and sometimes the story takes unexpected turns. Nothing could be more true for me. This turned out very different than I originally expected and easily doubled in length. I have no doubt that one day I may get a follow-up.
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The six of us had been planning this trip for about a month. Three couples, three motorcycles, and a secluded cabin on Lake Texoma.
Dan and Robin inherited Robin’s family cabin on the lake and invited the rest of us to “move in.” We’ve been friends for a long time and have traveled to San Antonio and Vegas together for the weekend, but this was going to be different – just the six of us for three wonderful days.
We were looking forward to fishing and lots of sunbathing, but not much else. It’s a long relaxing weekend and a great way to welcome summer. Temperatures are expected to be in the low 90s that weekend. More cheerful and welcoming than usual.
Everyone met at our house to hand over our touring gear. Dan had a nice draw Softail; I had my “baby”, the 100th Anniversary Fatboy, with about $6,000 worth of extra work. They were both gorgeous bikes that attracted a lot of attention, but their “luggage” capacity was somewhat limited. Dan just picked up a nice Biker Friend leather saddle bag that strapped to the back of the passenger sissy bar. Jack recently switched to a custom Road King, and by keeping our touring gear to an absolute minimum we were able to fit most of our stuff in his two saddlebags and Dan’s new bag. I strapped a large gym bag upright on the passenger’s back, filled it with alcohol and put some towels to wrap them in. Because of the limited storage space, we were only able to bring a few pairs of shorts and t-shirts, a swimsuit, towels and plenty of toiletries. We ate plenty of food, drank a few soft drinks and hid a few bottles of hard drinks here and there. We traveled light but it should be enough for our short vacation.
The straight line distance was maybe only a hundred miles, but the roads were a different story altogether. We would follow back roads through North Texas, across the lakes and into Oklahoma near Cedar Mills, on paved roads for another hour, then on a gravel road, then on a dirt road leading to the old family homestead. Robin’s mom told us her father had built the original lake house in the middle, a true country cabin. Thirty years later, Lake Texoma was created by damming the Red River, turning over 120 acres of inaccessible hillside into a valuable commodity. Even after most of the lake was developed, they still owned over thirty acres of property that included a cabin, dock, and swimming platform. We had heard about this place for years but had never been there.
Of course, I’ll take any excuse to jump for joy at the sight of the lovely Jill and the gorgeous Robin in bikinis. I’m sure all my mates were waiting for Sherry to fill her two-piece with sweets.
Yes, Jack’s wife’s name is Jill. It’s unfortunate, but no usage is so vulgar that everyone can despise it.
It’s a great day for a road trip and the weather will be good all weekend. There’s a slight chance of rain on the first day, but the rain is expected to clear after that.
We had to start early and leave at noon, so we had all afternoon to get things done. The ladies decided to have a drink first and finish margaritas, but Jack and I insisted on a light beer. Drunk riding a motorcycle is not a smart move. Eventually we packed up and although we left a little late, we were on the road before 4:00 PM. We’ll deal with a little traffic and then it will be smooth sailing. We should be able to stop for dinner too. I think we should get enough daylight, the sun sets around 8:00 PM.
Emphasis on should.
We had so much fun that we decided to stop and eat at Robin’s family’s favorite local restaurant and there were a lot of people there. According to Dan, we were less than 10 miles from the turnoff, where our progress was bound to slow. We prepared some delicious homemade food and after dinner and dessert we figured we might have an hour of sunshine left. After paying the ridiculously reasonable bill and picking up a bag of ice, we set off to end our trip. As we boarded the ride, I heard Dan yell “OMG!”
Looking back at him, I knew his problem in ten seconds. His $250 worth of brand new saddlebags were missing from the bike. Along with a third of our equipment.
We quickly huddled together and looked up at the darkening sky. It seemed as if the clouds were gathering just to make our day better. Decided to go back to the cabin and take a look. We could go out the next day and make up for what we had lost. The lost gear gave us an open space to tie the ice pack.
As we drove on the gravel road for about 5 minutes, the sky cleared. Soon we were soaking wet, but with no place to stop and only a few miles to go we decided to clear it. As the night grew darker, we continued on the dirt road, with only 2 miles left. Of course, God in his infinite good humor thought it would be fun to hit us with real rain, until we were crawling along at about 10 mph, sliding around in mud and slick grass, with tree branches sticking out and hitting us and making our little trip hell. We moved slowly, Dan was ahead as he knew the unknown road best, Jack was close behind, and Shirley and I were in the back, covered in mud.
It’s great to see the cabin pop up in Dan’s headlights. It was dark as midnight, the sun was setting and a storm was brewing. We quickly parked in the garage and took the gear off the bikes. Dan walked around the back of the building and managed to start a Honda generator to provide us with light.
The doors were locked and the windows were closed to prevent intruders. We were all complaining about our bad luck when Dan opened the side door.
“It’s not a big place out there and we haven’t been out here since my mother passed away last year,” Robin told us. “We have sheets, towels, fishing tackle, swimming stuff and some dry and canned food. How about I bring us some towels and take off our wet clothes and dry them so we don’t get wet?
As soon as he finished speaking, we heard Dan yell, “Oh my god, fuck it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
Now, Dan is a short man, about 5 feet 4 inches, who is quiet most of the time. He shaved his head to look older, making him look like a short, bald eighth grader. He almost never swears, but he definitely made up for it on this trip.
Looking behind Robin, it was easy – she hadn’t even reached my chest, I could see the source of her anger. Someone was in their cabin, but they hadn’t left it in as good a condition as they had found it. There was only one working light bulb in the kitchen, but we were all standing behind Robin to witness this disaster. Our wetness and mud wouldn’t matter.
The bad guys broke in through a window on the other side of the cabin. Beer cans were scattered on the floor, dirty sheets were piled on the two beds, and water was coming in through the broken windows. There were small animals in the house and a dead bird surrounded by feathers in the corner. Animal feces were scattered all over the kitchen. The sofa in the sitting area was overturned and pillows were scattered on the floor. I saw Jack turn and walk back out, and a few seconds later he closed the curtains again, somehow keeping them closed and the worst of the rain stopped.
You can feel the atmosphere sinking in here. The mood is as dark as the sky. Our hopes of spending a wonderful weekend were dashed by the torrential rain.
I went into one of the two looted storage rooms and found a box of four 17-watt fluorescent bulbs on the top shelf. I went around and changed some of the lights, but that didn’t make the place look any better. We all looked a little lost when Jill started cleaning up. “Alex, are there any towels in the closet?”
The middle shelf held a few indeterminate items of clothing. Trash bags, paper towels, plastic utensils and toilet paper were on the bottom shelf, and there was a bucket, broom and mop as well as some cleaning items on the floor. I pulled out the main cleaning items and put them aside, then started pulling out the items on the towel rack and discovered that we had at least 8 towels. They were mostly pretty worn beach towels with a few hand towels thrown in there as well. We were lucky in this case. They are all in good condition. On the next shelf, I found the original white sheets that had been replaced. There was some small animal feces on the shelves, but the sheets seemed untouched. I moved those over as well.
Everyone pitched in, cleaning the floors, taking out the trash, arranging the furniture, cleaning up the excess water and mud, and doing whatever else needed to be done. Once we got past the worst of it, we found that we were making less and less progress as we found ourselves in mud and water everywhere. When we got there, no one wanted to walk on the wooden floor, but after about an hour of teamwork, the worst was resolved.
Afterwards, the boys were taken outside to unload and dry their wet stuff while the girls did the same thing inside. The place was a one-room cabin with a small bathroom added as an afterthought. It’s very tough.
I sat and waited, cleaning the dirtiest bits of mud off my shoes with a stick. He said it was his second time, but it wasn’t my first rodeo.
The girls kept us out for quite a while and then cleaned the floor again and gave us wet clothes. When I saw the soaked panties of the ladies walking out the door I started having naughty thoughts. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
By the time we had undressed, dried our clothes, hung up some clothes and re-entered the place wearing only towels, we were in a slightly better mood. Dan took it upon himself to light the 100-year-old stone fireplace as the weather had started to cool down a bit. I started moving my stuff into the kitchen while Jack followed instructions and cleaned himself up.
I couldn’t help but glance at our lady. They all seemed to just wear towels. Little Robin was wrapped in a towel almost up to her knees. Shirley looked really hot. She was the fattest of all, and her towel was wrapped tightly around her chest, looking like it was going to come undone at any moment. Her dress was only an arm’s length from her hips, and the men hoped and prayed that she would bend over and perform quickly.
The same can’t be said for Jill. She was tall, almost six feet, taller than everyone except me. Her legs are incredibly long, which is a blessing. If her legs were shorter, we would be in the middle of a show. She wore the towel lower than the other two on her chest, so that her privates were covered. It looked as if it was just covering her nipples. Still, her towel barely covered her ass, and any stray movement would give us a great hint of something invisible.
Any stray movement, like when she turns the mattress over and brushes it clean. She should be ashamed. This is blatant teasing. It made a tent on my towel.
Watching Robin turn around I wondered if anyone had told her that there was a big slit in her towel. It was a very strategic location – a large triangular opening, at least four inches wide, exposing the white flesh of her left cheek. I guess God was making some amends for all that heavy rain.
As Shirley walked into the garage and started hanging up the wet clothes to dry, I couldn’t help but notice that both Jack and Dan were watching her closely. Every time she moves to hang another item on the clothesline, you can just about see her ass. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
Jack and Robin were checking our supplies when I heard Robin laughing almost hysterically. “Of course. It’s bound to happen on a day like this.”
“What?” Dan asked, lighting the flame.
“Do you remember what we packed in the saddlebags?”
“A lot of stuff,” he replied.
“No. We decided to keep the clothes there because we could fill it up easily. She laughed nervously.”
“Where is Alex’s bag?” Shirley asked.
“There was just a lot of alcohol wrapped up in a paper bag and two wet beach towels.”
Dan went outside and tried to find more dry wood under the woodpile. “Damn vacation,” I heard him mutter. The poor guy was having a bad day. First there was the emergency at work, then there was the expensive bag, then it was raining and now there was his cabin.
In the carport he took off his towel and walked around the back of the cabin naked as a jay. He came back with some pieces of wood and made a few more trips to build a pile of dry wood under the lid of the carport.
I saw what he was doing as I was inside cleaning up dirty sheets, three bags of trash, and broken glass from the windows. Sherry came out to hang wet towels in our bags; as Dan finished his last trip, he was given a treat. He looked like a drowned rat.
“Sorry, but I don’t want my only semi-dry thing to get any more wet,” he explained to my wife as he turned his back to her, dried himself and wrapped himself up again.
Shelly smiled, and put a better light on the whole situation than I could have imagined. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling that by the end of the week we’ll be seeing more of each other than we expected.”
Truer words have never been spoken.
The trash was out, most of the place was cleaned, the bathrooms, kitchen, floors and any surface we could reach were wiped down, and the furniture was arranged so you could barely tell this was the same place we had just been a few hours earlier. It’s almost a miracle that six people could do this in less than three hours. The place is well-lit, smells like Clorox and pine alcohol, and is much better than when we first started. The front door leads to a covered porch that is about 50 yards down to the water. We left the door open and the screen door closed to help air circulate. All the windows were closed except for the two windows on the front of the porch. You don’t have to get wet to open a window, we can even open the window ourselves by holding the screen in place.
The storm outside was not letting up and there was no doubt that this was where we would spend the night. Finally I took a closer look to see what was wrong rather than what we had.
The cabin is basically divided into four equal parts. Entering through the side door, the kitchen area is on the left. It has a propane stove, a refrigerator, a simple sink, and some counter space. It also has a table and six chairs. The front door divides the front of the house into two parts, the kitchen and the lounge area. The lounge area has two couches and a table, surrounded by a huge fireplace. The rear of the cabin has two queen beds, a couple of dressers, and a small but efficient bathroom.
Dan was still distraught. “I don’t get it. They don’t need to turn this place into a dump.”
In fact, it might be even worse. My rental home was left in even worse condition after a tenant moved out. Whoever was there broke the windows, let the weather and animals in, and left a lot of trash around, but other than that didn’t go out of their way to damage the place. They’re just lazy.
The storm was getting stronger outside, which made no sense. The weather forecast said it might rain. Damn the meteorologist.
Robin did her best to make the bed with Jill’s help and complained bitterly that the home invader had torn off her privacy curtain that separated the two beds and the back of the house from the front. When she mentioned this, I looked up and saw evidence of the missing curtains and damaged rails.
Jill, on the other hand, remains determined and committed to making the best of everything. “Have Alex make sure we have at least tequila, vodka, and rum. I suggest we open the bottles and thank our stars that this place is still standing. What if they burn it down or damage it?
He showed a bottle of tequila, a salt shaker, and a lemonade. “What did you say, gang?”
Robin plopped down on the sofa on the seat closest to the fire. “Hand this over. I really need a drink.” The sofa is somewhat V-shaped, with the side closest to the fireplace far away and the other end just an arm’s length away.
In a matter of seconds, we were all gathered in the seating area, tired and ready to relax, listening to the sounds of the storm outside and looking for seats. I eventually settled in next to Robin and Shelly next to me. On the other couch, Jack was opposite Robin, Dan was opposite Shirley, and Jill was sitting firmly in the middle. I looked over at her, expecting a beautiful view, but she hesitantly crossed her legs.
Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a sip from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. “Wow! This is the best tequila I’ve ever had. I swear it tastes like single malt scotch!”
“El Tesoro Añejo, it’s been on my bookshelf for the last three years. Not the best, but pretty good.”
The bottle went around the room, the salt leading the way, followed by the tequila and finally the squeezed lime. Before she could finish her second trip, Jill was off again. “It’s really not that bad. I’m just grateful we have a roof over our heads.”
Conversations started and we decided that everyone had to say one thing that made them happy during the trip.
Dan grabbed the bottle and was about to lick the salt off his hands. “I’m glad only one window was broken and Jack was able to close it.” He licked the salt, took a swig from the bottle, then leaned forward and passed it to Shirley, who had just passed the salt to me.
As she leaned forward to pick up the bottle, her towel opened, drawing everyone’s attention to her, especially Dan’s, giving her an unobstructed view of her breasts. She put the bottle on the table, removed it from the towel again, then grabbed the bottle. “Didn’t I tell you?” she said to Dan, which made her smile. He smiled for the first time in a while.
“I’m glad we remembered to bring wine,” she said, then took a sip.
