Since I do not have a personal ‘blog’ site, I have had to split this story into two parts. I ask for your indulgence and hope you will take the time to enjoy reading them both together.
The fantasy that follows is largely a true story. The airplane is real, the landmarks are real, and the lake is real. The only thing left to this fantasy is whether the cabin or the woman is real in my story. I will leave that to your own imagination. May all your fantasies...come true!
LOVE AT SNOW LAKE
We’re five miles out from our destination to Snow Lake in the Alpine area of the rugged Cascades Mountains. I contacted Chinook Center and canceled my flight following and was directed to squawk 1-2-0-0 after receiving my final barometric reading. I made final adjustments to the plane’s manifold pressure and changed radio frequencies before reaching our planned rendezvous.
It turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with light winds out of the northwest as we enjoyed the one hour flight from Seattle. This was your very first ride in my Cessna 172. During the flight, you became more relaxed as we talked and took pleasure in the views from 5,500 feet. Without a single cough, the powerful Avco Lycoming engine hummed deeply, as we absorbed the landscape below. Earlier in the day, you kept teasing and asking me where we were headed and what you should pack. But now, the mystery was over and you became more aroused to the weekend ahead.
Flying through the mountains is a thrilling experience because everything looks so virgin and captures the beauty of the raw terrain below.
I now focused my attention on the approach for landing as I reduced power and added ten degrees of flaps. As we descended thru the scattered clouds and breached Melakwa Pass, your eyes widened as you glanced in the distance at the beautiful deep-blue lake ahead. I sensed your heart racing with excitement as you said, “Hey flyboy, where are we going to land?” Without a response, I descended lower and flew over the lake and made a left bank turn to set up for my landing. Like tall guardians protecting the secrets ahead, I stayed clear of the tall twin-peaks of Bryant Mountain on the left and Snoqualmie Mountain to my right.
I was on a mission to keep you safe; to enjoy the weekend out here in the wide open wilderness and to make deep passionate love to you.
Adding full flaps and reducing all power, I skimmed over the tops of the tall fir trees at the edge of the lake and gently glided down over the water. As the floats kissed the smooth surface, spray flew outward in all directions behind us. Ahead was our destination. Nestled back from the shore was the small cabin awaiting our arrival. I cut the engine and slowly, ever so slowly, steered the plane so the front floats kissed the sandy shore coming to a stop.
Entering the cabin you looked around and found everything so warm and cozy. I headed to the kitchen to open a window while you explored the bedroom with our suitcases in tow. There, on the large queen-size bed, was a single long-stem red rose beckoning you to come close. You knew my intentions now as a warm throbbing wave surged between your thighs. You came out to meet me in the center of the main room wrapping your arms around my neck, and we embraced and kissed deeply. “I love this cabin. It even has a fireplace,” you said, as you stepped back looking intensely into my eyes. “I love you,” you added with a tearful glee.
The sun was setting low in the west and I started a warm fire in the cabin. It was getting darker outside and the clear night was beginning to fill with stars shining bright, as a full moon was rising over the trees. Inside, on a small table was a bottle of wine with two crystal glasses next to that long-stem rose. The mood was right – everything was right – it would be a night to remember.
It was unusually quiet in the room, except for the crackling fire. Its glow radiated a soft hue against the large soft bear rug lying in front. My eyes lingered mindlessly as I stared into the flickering light. A few moments later, I heard a door open and I turned to see you standing at the threshold of the bedroom. I froze, mesmerized, to see you wearing only a black-laced choker around your neck, as your hair cascaded off your naked shoulders. You were so stunning. The twin pinpoint-peaks of your exposed breasts swelled with delight and your mound rose in desire.
You slowly approached me with your hazel-brown eyes locked to mine. Your smiling parted-red lips glimmered with wetness from the glow of the fire as you drew near. You put your arms around my neck once more and said softly, “This is the most beautiful day of my life. Being here with you, in such a wilderness place, makes me feel so warm and safe with you!”
“There is nothing out here more beautiful and captivating, except for you my love,” I quietly replied in return. This wasn’t just foreplay, wasn’t just sex, or giving in to a fantasy; it was my desire to worship you, for your heart, pure and simple.
(please continue to part 2)
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