Mountain Rough

I left the glass where it was and returned to my cabin. It took several minutes to dig around in my foot with a pair of tweezers to get all of the glass out, but it didn’t appear to have caused permanent damage. I cleaned myself up and tossed my jeans in the dirty clothes hamper before crawling into bed. I wasn’t sure if Mandy had been spying on me, or just happened to wander by when I was in the midst of my eruption. Either way, she definitely got a show. Knowing that she had seen me in such a filthy moment made me wonder how she would react when she saw me the next day. I also couldn’t help but think about her delicious lips and gorgeous body doing exactly what I saw in the video.

I haven’t had a girl that curvy and hot in a very, very long time.

I WOKE UP THE NEXT morning and tended to my foot again before getting dressed for the day. Even with the lingering pain, I still couldn’t help but laugh at what caused me to end up that way to begin with. I walked outside, with shoes, and cleaned up the broken glass by my window. Mandy’s car was still parked near Cabin A, so it appeared that she didn’t flee at the sight of my cock getting a workout. I tossed the glass in the trash can and headed down to the front office. As I got close, I heard a door slam and a few seconds later, she walked around the edge of her cabin. There was a brief moment where our eyes locked together and we both knew that the other one knew everything.

“Good morning. Did you sleep okay?” I lifted my hand to wave.

“Yeah.” She nodded and immediately broke eye contact. “It was fine.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” I took a step forward and limped.

“Are you okay?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’m fine. I just stepped on some broken glass outside my window. Nothing too serious.” I turned towards the front office before she saw the smile form on my lips.

“Is there anywhere to get some breakfast around here?” Her words were slow, as if she wasn’t sure she even wanted to be saying them.

“I can make you something if you’d like to come over to my place.” I turned and motioned towards my cabin.

“Um, yeah.” She nodded. “I feel like I should at least get some coffee in me before I try to drive down this mountain.”

She followed me back and I heard her pause when she saw the wine glass in my trashcan, but then she followed me into my cabin. I started cooking bacon, eggs and toast while brewing a pot of coffee. I normally just made some in the office, especially since Charlie was working there with me. I finally finished cooking and put the food on the table, taking a seat across from her. She scooped some onto her plate and started filling her coffee with cream and sugar. She put so much in it that it was only about eighty percent coffee before she was done. I never really had a taste for anything in mine, so I sipped it as soon as it was in my cup and started digging into my food.

“You said you have to drive six hours to get back home?” I pushed some bacon into my mouth and took a bite.

“Yeah.” She nodded and lifted her coffee to her

lips.

“Your accent sounds further away than that.” I tilted my head.

“Oh.” She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m originally from Chicago. I’m going to college on the East Coast.”

“Ah, that makes sense. I didn’t like Chicago. It was too windy.” I shrugged and washed my bacon down with coffee. “I like the breeze out here—especially at night.”

“Yeah, it was nice.” She started at her food and I saw her practically choke on a bite of eggs.

“So you got a chance to feel it, then? Good. It would be a shame to come all this way and not see how great it is at night.” I nodded and suppressed a grin.

“Yeah.” She picked up her coffee again, but her hands seemed to be shaking, so she had to put down her fork and hold it with two hands.

“It’s great to go for a walk at night, especially around the resort where you don’t have to worry about any wild animals.” I picked up another piece of bacon.

“Look.” She sighed and put down her cup. “I’m sorry about your foot. If you’re not going to say it, then I will. I’d rather just be accused of something than be teased about it.”

“How much did you see?” I put the bacon down on my plate.

I guess the gloves are off now. She’s as feisty as the cliche about redheads suggests.

“Enough—more than enough.” She lifted her head and looked at me. “You need curtains.”

“I live alone. They’re on backorder.” I put my hands on the table. “You shouldn’t spy on people.”

“You shouldn’t do—that—in front of a window that doesn’t have curtains!” I could see her face turning a light shade of pink.

“You can’t even say it? Jack off? Masturbate?” I chuckled. “I guess you liked the show since you couldn’t even hold onto your wine glass.”

“It slipped.” She swallowed hard.