“And those carvings over there? That one looks like a raccoon to me.” Georgia smiles.
I’m delighted she recognized my work. “Guilty as charged. Albert’s a great model when he’s snoozing. And he’s even sleepier in the winter.”
“Seems he likes his beauty sleep. And I can’t imagine what this place is like in the winter. We only visited Aunt Trish in the spring and summer.” She takes another sip of wine, then licks her lips. Visions of those plump red lips around my cock makeit twitch again. I’m close enough to touch her, and there’s an electric charge vibrating between us.
“Well, you’re gonna need snow chains. Snow gets deep, especially on the mountain. And supplies. Power goes out, you’ll need a generator. I don’t mind my own company, but some folks go a little cabin crazy.”
“I guess I’ll get a lot of sewing done. I like sewing by hand.” She has to raise her voice over the approaching thunder.
“Did you make that dress?”
Georgia smiles. “Yes. I remade an old one just for tonight.”
“It’s beautiful. Is it silk?” I reach my hand out and gently stroke her arm. The contact zips down my spine to my cock, then up to my head, making my scalp crackle.
She’s about to reply when a woman with tightly curled white hair walks up and interrupts. “Isn’t it cute? My niece hassucha talent. But she’s always so covered up.”
Georgia’s cheeks get a brighter shade of pink. “It’s vintage, Aunt Trish.”
Her aunt rolls her eyes. “You have a stunning figure. You could wear what those pop stars wear, no problem. Isn’t that what men like?”
She stares at me, raising her eyebrows.
“I like old-fashioned glamor. Georgia, shall we have that dance?” I hold out my hand.
Georgia looks at me gratefully. We walk onto the dancefloor. Many of the dancers are now gathered at the big doors, watching the progress of the incoming storm. A cool breeze blows in, followed by another flash of lightning.
I wrap my arms around Georgia, pulling her close.
“Thank you. My aunt is great, but she thinks I’m old-fashioned. She’s always trying to get me to wear revealing tops and mini-skirts. She gave me some of those booty shorts for Christmas.” She shakes her head.
“Not your thing?”
She’s silent for a moment. “I’m not very confident about my body.”
I open my mouth to tell her how stunning she is, but she shakes her head. “I don’t usually tell guys this. Well, I don’t tell anyone this. But you’ve been so kind. It’s not just being plus size, it’s that I have scars.”
“That doesn’t bother me, Peaches.”
“Big scars. I had a congenital defect - a diaphragmatic hernia - which meant an operation when I was younger. They did another surgery to help the scarring, but they got infected. I ended up getting a negligence payout, I used part of it to help my parents buy their house and to support myself.”
“And then you bought the cabin?” I stroke her soft hair away from her face.
She bites her lip. “Yes. There’s not much money left now, so I’m hoping my business works out.”
Rain starts to fall outside, pattering against the glass. The room is starting to empty as people dash for their cars before the storm hits. One of them is Georgia’s aunt.
She starts giggling. “My aunt’s scared of thunder. I think she’s forgotten I’m here.”
A cool gust of wind blows the heavy curtains by the doors back into the room. Georgia and I are still swaying to the music. Her tits are pressed against me, nipples poking at the silky material of her dress.
I lean my head down, cradling the back of her head as I stroke her velvet-soft cheek. I’m enveloped in that spicy rose perfume she wears. She blinks a couple of times, her long eyelashes brushing against her skin as I press my lips on hers.
Fuck, she’s so soft. I keep my other hand palmed on her lower back, her curves against the hard lines of my body as my tongue explores her mouth. She tastes of wine and sweetness, her scentwashing around me. It’s like time has stopped and it’s only the two of us here.
Lightning flashes bright and we both come up for air, breathing hard. A couple of people are stacking chairs in the corner and the barman is putting bottles into cupboards.
“I think you might have to take me back to my aunt’s place,” Georgia looks up at me and wraps her hands around the back of my neck.
