Sugar Hill

Sugar Hill is a small hamlet that sits to the west of the White Mountains and has one of those idyllic locations and elevations that affords unparalleled views of the surrounding countryside, including the Presidential Range. I had come across this small cluster of cabins a few years back and visited as often as I was able. It wasn't a cheap rental, but the setting and service were worth the cost. The owners would have a small fire going by the time we arrived and the cabin would feel like we were just returning to a warm hearth after a day in the woods. That alone was worth the price of admission.

Nora gawked at the scenery as we approached. We wended our way slowly along the back roads until we came to a narrow non-descript dirt road leading into the woods.

"It's good I trust you," Nora joked, as we twisted and turned our way through a deep pine forest before emerging into a clearing. Three small cabins were visible in an open sloping meadow and one had lights burning and smoke billowing from a stone chimney. The view that opened up was stunning to say the least. The sun was just setting and the western slopes of Mount Washington glowed with the amber light of a winter sunset.

"Oh, my God. This is gorgeous," she exclaimed.

"Yes, figured you like it. Here's our home for the next few days," I said as we pulled up to the cabin. We unpacked the car and loaded in.

It was toasty inside and the fire looked like it had been burning for an hour or so. The owners knew when I was arriving and had prepped the scene, but would now be out of sight for the next two days. We had total privacy, a homey cabin, a huge bed and a killer view. It was a perfect setting for pursuing our scholarly research.

The structure was a small post and beam one story cabin with high ceilings and huge windows facing the view to the east and south. It was one large room with a fireplace on the side wall and a huge king size bed across from the expansive windows. A small kitchenette and bathroom were tucked off to the side by the entry. The massive stone fireplace was kicking off some serious heat as we put a few groceries away in the kitchen and settled in. I opened a nice Barbera and poured two glasses.

We stood by the window and watched the mountains fade into darkness as the fire warmed us. I brought a few more logs in from the porch outside and stoked the fire, getting it roaring once again. Nora excused herself to use the bathroom and I took the opportunity to put some music on the small remote speaker I'd brought, finding a nice mix on my phone. She emerged a few minutes later from the bathroom. I did a double take.

She was wearing a pair of open toed high heeled sandals that raised her height by several inches. Her jeans had been replaced by a pair of skimpy denim shorts that were frayed on the bottom and riding low around her smooth tummy. She had donned a tight white top that was short enough to expose her tight stomach, but hard to see since it was covered by an unbuttoned long sleeve flannel shirt. Her hair was up loosely. I stared in awe.

Her legs looked amazing. I think it was the contrast of frayed jean shorts on top and sexy sandals on the bottom that was so unnerving. The pair of legs that stretched between the two were exquisite. I had suspected that Nora had great legs from other outfits she'd worn to our meetings. But now, seeing her shapely bare legs and smooth skin contrasted against such roughhewn clothing was quite exciting. The sight of a lovely red pedicure peeking out of her open toed sandals just added to the moment. I wanted to touch her.

I stood up from the fire, poker in hand, and just stared at her as she approached me.

"I take it that's your lumberjack outfit? I asked, admiringly.

"You're quite perceptive, Professor," she replied softly. "I'm ready for the North Woods."

"Indeed you are," I said, putting down the poker and turning to her in front of the fire.

She walked up to me and stood facing me, the fire warming us from the side. She took both my hands in hers and looked up into my eyes.

"Thanks for inviting me," she said warmly.

"Thanks for coming, Nora," I replied in kind.

"I haven't come...yet," she whispered. "But I plan to."

"I certainly hope so," I replied, going along with her innuendo. "Many times, in fact." She smiled.

A surge of arousal cascaded through my body at those words. Her face looked so gentle and tender in the firelight. I leaned down to meet her upturned lips and we kissed. It was a soft first kiss; an introductory kiss. It was our lips meeting for the first time - a gentle "hello". All we could hear at that moment was the crackling of the fire and the soft pulse of the music as the world suddenly seemed to fade from existence.

It was unspoken, but we both seemed to realize that we should let this moment last, and build. Our lips grazed softly. The inevitable escalation of the kiss was slow and relentless. An underlying need was emerging gradually as our innocent first kiss deepened and our mouths began to open.

I felt her tongue first as it made an initial exploratory journey into my mouth. I accepted and our tongues met and swirled in a greeting that raised the temperature in the room. Up to that point, our kiss had been silent and simple. But a soft whimper from Nora and a deep seated groan from me opened the door for more expression, as if our kiss could not be contained. Our brains were adapting to the moment and our bodies were waking up to the fact that there was an intense desire building, even though all we were doing at that point was holding each other's hands and kissing.

I recalled our conversation at the bar when Nora had mentioned how much she loved to kiss and that was quite evident to me. I had expressed the love for same and the slow escalation of our kiss was a testament to the fact that we had each found a like-minded soul in the bussing department. For me there are few things more intimate or arousing than a good kiss. And it was quite clear to me that Nora felt the same way. She was a fantastic kisser and her lips were smooth, soft, wet and pliant.

We weren't rushing, but there was a steady thrum to the moment that let us both know that this was just the very beginning of what was going to be one incredible night. I let go of her right hand and slid my palm up along her cheek and into her hair, allowing me to pull her mouth to mine. Our heads turned so our lips meshed together at a perfect angle. She smelled clean and fresh and her mouth was so warm and wet. The breathing we could both hear now was mutual - both of us beginning to breathe heavily due to the heat of the moment.

I felt her place her empty hand on my waist as she squeezed my other hand, then let go and wrapped it up behind my neck. I slipped my hand behind her waist and pulled her against me. Her body felt so slender and delicate, yet so pliable in my hands. I suddenly realized how hard I had become and I knew she could feel the growing bulge of my excitement pressing up against her slender tummy. I groaned at the thought. If her whimpers and soft moans were any indication, she was getting just as turned on as I was. I broke our kiss and nibbled my way around to her right ear.

"Oh, Nora," was all I could say. I was at a loss for words as I gently kissed my way down from her ear to her lower neck. She bent her head sideways to allow me access. I could feel her lower body starting to press against mine, acknowledging the hardness that was lodged between us.

I wanted to see her in a different light, literally, so I moved behind her and turned her to face the fire. I wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her slender tummy, my pinky just touching the tender flesh of her exposed belly. She leaned back against me, raising her hands above her head to cradle mine. I felt the bubbly cheeks of her tight little ass pushing back against what was now a raging erection. I nuzzled into her neck again; taking in her intoxicating flowery scent. Good God, I wanted to just devour this woman. But I also wanted this seductive moment to last forever.

"You know, I don't think we're going to need to chop any wood, so you might be a little more comfortable with less lumberjack flannel, seeing as we have this magnificent fire," I suggested quietly into her ear.

"Mmm, you read my mind, Professor," she responded in a whisper.

She arched her back and I used two hands to slide the shirt off her shoulders, exposing more flesh. The tight top she'd been wearing under the flannel was thin white cotton, held up by two skinny little shoulder straps. In a grand gesture I pulled the flannel shirt down her arms and dropped onto my knees behind her, bringing the shirt down to the floor.

I remained on my knees and reached my hands up to touch her back, then slid them down the curve of her hips and continued along the smooth skin of her outer thighs. She moaned lightly as my fingertips grazed her bare skin. My touch went all the way down to her slender ankles and then I moved my hands so I was touching just her left leg, my fingers encircling her tight calf.

Ever so slowly I slid my hands up her left leg. Her skin was so silky smooth and glowed translucent in the warm light of the fireplace. My fingers continued their northward journey, past her knee and up her thigh. I went as far as I felt prudent at that particular moment, but far enough that I could feel the heat emanating from the juncture of her long lean legs. I lowered my hands to the right calf and began the same journey - slowly exploring her sleek leg.

"I feel like I'm being frisked at the airport," she joked, breaking the seriousness of the moment.

"Indeed, young lady." I replied. "I'm checking for concealed weapons. One can't be too careful these days, you know."

I continued my tour of her right leg, and squeezed her upper thigh just below the ragged hem of her little jeans shorts. Her skin felt so impossibly smooth and warm and I could sense that my touch was having the desired effect.

"You have amazing legs, Nora. I've wanted to touch them from the first moment I saw you," I said.

"Touch away, Professor. They're all yours," she crooned.

I went low, crossed my hands and put my left palm on her right ankle and my right palm on her left ankle. I began another ascent, sliding above her knees as her legs remained slightly parted. I came to just below her jeans again, and stopped. I squeezed the delicate flesh of her upper inner thighs and groaned my approval.

"Oh, Nora. You're so lovely," I whispered. I know I could have continued my journey north, but I would get there eventually. I stood and wrapped my arms around her again as she continued to face the warm fire. It was cranking now and emanating a deep hotness. I nuzzled her neck and looked down over her shoulder.

For the first time I was seeing her breasts, still encased in the thin cotton top, but their profile from above was perfectly visible from this angle. They were modest in size - a nice solid B cup - but they were capped by the most glorious nipples, or so they appeared under her skimpy top. Her nipples sat high on her breasts and were poking through the thin cotton fabric like they needed release from their confines. They'd been ignored long enough and needed some attention.

"Aha, so I have found your concealed weapons," I joked.

"Guilty as charged," she cooed. "What are you going to do with them?"

I brought my hands up to lightly cradle her lovely breasts, feeling their softness through the thin cotton. I lightly pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger before replying.

"I do believe we're going to have to expose them to the world," I whispered into her ear as my hands covered her magnificent tit flesh and kneaded her breasts.

My hands slid to her shoulders and I hooked my middle fingers between each strap and slowly pulled them off her shoulders. I remained nuzzling her neck and watched from above as the straps descended, pulling the top with it. Her stiffened nipples popped into view and she gasped.

"Mmmm," I moaned. "So beautiful."

Now, I've been with my share of women, but I'm not sure I had ever witnessed a more erotic sight. Her nipples were a pale pink color against her porcelain skin, and the areolae were small and perfectly round. The tips of her pert nipples strained up from her breasts like they were looking to escape. They pointed slightly upwards and sat just to the side of each beautiful tit. If she'd had lasers on her nipples, the shafts of light would have been pointing to opposite corners of the ceiling. They were exquisite, perfectly proportioned to her body and utterly intoxicating. They were everything I had fantasized about, and more.

Now that they were exposed, the top was useless where it lay wrapped around her waist, so I pulled it up and over her head as she put her hands in the air. I returned to my post and looked down from above again as I fondled the weight of her tits in my hand and lightly squeezed the tips with my fingers. As she pushed her chest out to give me full and unfettered access to her bosom, the arching of her back pushed her soft ass against the giant lump in my jeans. She ground her ass into my erection as I tweaked and twiddled her nipples.

"Oh, yes, Matthew. Oh, Professor. Touch my nipples. It feels so good," she seethed.

I licked my fingertips quickly and returned them to her breasts. I couldn't get over the pale pink color of her nipples. They looked so delicate and tender, just like the rest of her. I loved the way she reacted to my touch. Her eyes were closed and her breathing erratic as I fondled her soft flesh. Each flick of her nipple tip exuded a moan or quick intake of breath. I was in heaven.

While I kneaded her breasts with my left hand, my right snaked down her belly and located the tiny little clasp of her jeans. I unbuttoned it and found the zipper, pulling it down. It was only about 2 inches long. I would explore there later: I just wanted to speed up access when I was ready.

"Follow me," I said softly in her ear.

I pulled a tall ottoman away from the end of the bed and placed it a few feet from the bed itself. I sat down on it, never letting go of Nora's hand. I pulled her to me as I sat down, her breasts now right at eye level. She stood facing me and put her hand on my head as I moved my mouth so it was inches from her beautiful distended nipples. I blew on them, first one, then the other. She sighed deeply with a mix of comfort and arousal. I could feel her hand on my head, encouraging me to come closer and suckle her breast.

Then, as I looked up into her crystal clear blue eyes, I stuck out my tongue and licked her left tip. I could see that it sent shock waves through her body as she jerked a bit and moaned. My tongue lashed out to do the same with the right nipple and, again, her body reacted with a strong jerking movement of her shoulder. I kissed my way into the valley between her breasts, pushing her flesh together around my face.

And then I pulled back without breaking eye contact. I leaned in, pursed my lips, and gently began to suck her stiff left nipple.

"Oh, Professor," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, suck me. Suck my nipple."

I moved to her right nipple, and repeated the kissing and sucking of her most sensitive tip. Her hand was still on my head and she pulled me to her breast. I sucked and I licked and I kissed as my mouth made love to her lovely pink nipples. They were glorious and I loved how amazingly sensitive they were.

It was her reaction, however, that was so hot. This was a girl who clearly loved attention to her nipples and the more I worked on them, the more excited she became. She was moaning, saying my name, pulling my head to her breast.

"Yes, yes, yes..." she kept moaning. "Suck me." She arched her back, forcing her breasts forward, offering them to my mouth. I was in overdrive, doing my best to be creative and alter my approach - one minute sucking, the next licking madly with a wide tongue, followed by using my hands to massage and pull on her swollen tips. As I suckled her right tit, my right hand was massaging her left breast. I wasn't sure I would bring her to orgasm with nipple stimulation alone, but it wouldn't be for lack of trying.

I moved my hands down to her legs and as I continued to suck her bosom, my hands slid up the back of her legs and tucked in under her jeans, cupping the soft bubble of her ass cheeks. She felt so tight and sexy. She moaned as I massaged her ass and I knew it was time to move along.

I stood and she paused, watching me with interest as I moved behind her once again. I returned to nuzzling her neck and fondling her breasts. But my right hand moved ever so slowly down from her breast, across her flat tummy to rest just above her unfastened jean shorts. She gasped as the realization of what was to come next came over her.

"Mmm, this is what I've wanted to do since the first moment I saw you," I said, as my hand began to dip below the loosened waistband.

"What? Touch my pussy?" she asked with her head turned to mine.

"Yes," I replied as my middle fingers led the way.

"Then go right ahead," she whispered back, her ass once again pressing hard against my denim encased erection.

I slid my hand inside her tiny panties and felt the sloped rise of her smooth shaven mound. Nora gasped as my fingers followed the contour up and over. As I'd suspected, she was baby skin soft and as my hand slid over the impressive rise of her mons, my middle finger found the slick indentation of her inner labia. Nora gasped her approval.

I paused as my middle finger found her clit and rubbed it lightly in tight circles, eliciting something that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a sigh. Her lips were slick, moist and very hot as my fore and ring fingers spread slightly to encase the fullness of her soft supple labia. She groaned into my neck as my fingers slid back and forth before my middle finger reasserted itself and delved into the slippery wet folds of her pussy.

"Arrghh," she moaned. "Yesss."

I curled my finger up deep inside her. Her insides were velvety smooth and very well lubricated. Despite her labored breathing, the music, and the crackling of the fire, I could still hear my fingers in her wetness. I gathered her inner juices and dragged my finger back to her clit, re-engaging with a rapid flutter of her engorged nubbin of nerves.

"Oh, fuck," she said, catching her breath.

I used my other hand to lower her loosened jeans and she moved her legs to allow their rapid descent to the floor at her feet. She was now wearing only her sandals and the tiniest thong. I palmed her ass with my left hand, feeling those perfect cheeks and the deep cleft of her ass as my right hand continued to finger her with as much focus as I could muster.

And then I couldn't help myself and I took a chance. I raised my left hand and smacked her left cheek - hard. Her immediate moan told me I had not done wrong. I repeated with the right cheek and she groaned again. I rubbed her cheeks and felt their softness, as my right hand went back to twiddling her clit with increasing velocity.

"Oh, Professor!" she said in a voice brimming with lust.

"Yes, Nora?"

"That feels so fucking good."

She'd sat at the bar and told me she loved to kiss, told me she had sensitive nipples, told me she liked to be submissive and told me she loved a man who knew how to use his fingers. I had taken mental notes and was not going to miss a trick as I explored this beautiful young lady's pussy. Even though the thong she was wearing was miniscule, it was now in the way. I hooked my fingers around the thin string of fabric and lowered it down her legs as she stepped out of it. She was now completely naked except for her sandals.