After a rather prolonged and deep kiss, Mark stepped back and asked, "So, how's my favorite girl?" It was then that he noticed the trace of dark circles under her eyes.
"Good actually. How about you?" Kimberly asked as she gathered her coat, laptop and suitcase.
Mark frowned at the sight of the computer. "I'm fine," he replied.
He pointed to her laptop. " I thought we were going on this trip to get away for a while. How can you get away if you take your work with you?"
Kimberly knew it was a rhetorical question, designed to prompt her into leaving the laptop at home. "Oh, this isn't for work," she lied. "I have some correspondence I'd like to catch up on. Friends, family, people I've lost touch with over the past few weeks.
"Oh," Mark said. Although he suspected she wasn't telling him the truth, he decided to let it pass. Getting into a fight would do nothing to resolve the matter and he knew Kimberly well enough to know a fight would surely follow. He reached for her suitcase. "Ready?"
"Ready," Kimberly replied. She checked the apartment once more to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything. When they left, she slipped a note with instructions under her neighbor's door. Mr. Appleton took care of the cats when Kimberly was away. It seemed for every aspect of her life, there was a contingency in place should anything happen outside of the ordinary or daily routine. Although she didn't realize it, this was all about to change.
Rush hour traffic had slowed considerably by the time Kimberly and Mark got on the freeway. They made the trip to the little resort town in record time, including the dinner break. The first stop was a little grocery on the main street. Although it was closed, Mark drove to the back and opened the door. "Hey, Uncle Bob," he called out when they stepped inside the cozy apartment that was attached to the store.
A middle-aged man with silver white hair and mustache emerged from the kitchen. He carried a mug of steaming hot cocoa in one hand and a calico cat in the other. "Mark! I didn't know you were coming up this weekend." He gave Mark a quick hug then turned to Kimberly. "I could've had the cabin warmed up and dinner on the table," he said, reaching for Kimberly.
Kimberly kissed the man affectionately on the cheek. "Uncle Bob, it's good to see you," she said. "And how's Marceau?" she asked, ruffling the cats' fur. He meowed and sniffed as Kimberly scooped him into her arms.
"You're as big as she is," Uncle Bob scolded the cat. "Have a seat in front of the fire, you two. I just made a pot of hot cocoa. I'll get you both a mug then be right back."
"Thanks, Uncle Bob." Mark put his arm around Kimberly and led her over to the fire. "We'll only stay a few minutes, honey. I know you're probably just as anxious as I am to get to the cabin. I just thought we should let Uncle Bob know we're here."
"Oh, I don't mind," Kimberly replied. Her quick response surprised her as much as it did Mark. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was not looking forward to being alone with him at the cabin.
"Everything okay?" Mark asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
He squeezed Kimberly's shoulders in a display of concern.
"Of course," Kimberly replied. "I just don't want to hurt Uncle Bob's feelings by running in and out of here so fast he thinks we only stopped because we felt we had to. Besides, I like visiting with Uncle Bob."
"Hmm." Mark knew something was bothering Kimberly and he searched for a way to get her to talk about it. Unfortunately, Uncle Bob returned before he could.
"Here you go," Bob said, handing each of them a large mug of the steaming chocolate. "Now sit down and tell me what you've been up to. How's work? How's Chicago?" Uncle Bob sat in the recliner facing the couch.
Kimberly felt grateful for the camaraderie Mark shared with his uncle. She took a sip of the sweet hot cocoa, then leaned back and closed her eyes. She commented here and there, but left the conversation mostly to Mark and Uncle Bob. The conversation lulled her into a sleepy relaxed state. The last thing she remembered was Mark telling his Uncle Bob something about his work.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Once again, Kimberly woke to find herself in an unfamiliar place. However, this time she remembered where she was. What she didn't remember was Mark driving her here from Uncle's Bob's place. Wearing only her underwear, she was snuggled under a warm flannel sheet and blanket.
She turned over and found Mark sleeping peacefully beside her. She yawned and stretched, debating whether to get up.
Mark was a light sleeper and her movement caused him to stir.
Moving very quietly so as not to wake him, she sat up and eased the covers from her legs. Mark mumbled something in his sleep, turned over and began snoring. Kimberly tiptoed across the room. She was looking forward to a nice hot shower. Hopefully, the pipes would not be frozen or sluggish.
Mark awoke to the sound of running water. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He smiled and sat up in bed. Kimberly was up and taking a shower. His mouth watered at the thought of her silky tongue and soft warm skin. A week without sex was much too long. He stood, stretched for a moment, and hurried to the bathroom.
Kimberly was humming softly to herself. She felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. The bathroom was hot and steamy and the air was scented with the smell of fresh pinecones. Luxuriating in the comfort, she did not hear the door opening. When Mark drew back the shower curtain, it startled her.
Stepping inside the white porcelain tub, Mark smiled and whispered, "Morning, babe." He moved underneath the water and leaned down to kiss her.
Kimberly turned her head ever so slightly. Mark's lips barely grazed her cheek. "Morning, Mark. Thanks for putting me to bed last night." She realized too late that she'd just offered Mark the perfect opening.
"Babydoll, I'll put you to bed any time," he whispered. He turned Kimberly to face him and leaned his body against hers. Once more he bent down to kiss her.
There was no way out for her and the realization made Kimberly feel panicked. She felt Mark's arousal pressing against her stomach as he kissed her. His mouth was hot and hungry and very insistent. His hand groped for her breast as his mouth bruised hers with his passion.
His tongue probed inside her and his fingers squeezed her breast.
She wasn't prepared for this nor was her body ready for Mark's rough handling. "Ouch," she whimpered, her breast smarting against his touch. But Mark did not hear her. He was moving much too fast.
She had no time for arousal before he lifted her up and impaled her with his penis. Her cunt still dry and tight, his thrusts were painful at first. She braced herself as much as she could, but nothing prepared her for the savagery of his lovemaking.
Heedless of her back banging against the wall, Mark thrust himself repeatedly inside her. She was his and he had felt her slipping away.
He had even endured some hard-assed dyke threatening him, telling him to stay away from her. That was then and this was now. Mark fully intended to reclaim her. Slam, slam, he thrust in and out. Her dryness made her tight and he grunted each time that he pushed his huge cock through her opening. The vise-like grip caused his body to prepare for an orgasm much too soon.
He paused, his wet penis resting against her pubic hair. Drawing a deep breath, Mark bent and covered her naked breast with his mouth.
Taking all of it, he sucked it hungrily. When Kimberly cried out and tried to push him away, he lifted his head and looked up at her. Her eyes were glaring down at him, defiant. Angrily, he bit her neck and pressed his body even tighter into hers. His hands closed around her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh as he continued his savage onslaught.
Kimberly cried out as his lovemaking crossed the fine boundary that he'd so far maintained. He'd gone over the edge and there was no bringing him back. Although she was wet now, her cunt was numb and she was oblivious to any pleasure his thrusts might have given her. Her back was bruised, even grazed in places. She gritted her teeth and tried to squeeze her vagina tighter around his straining organ. "Just hurry up and come, God damn you," she whispered.