Mountain Rough

“Yes.” I nodded and watched his enormous hand practically swallow mine when he shook it. “But everyone calls me Mandy.”

“I’ll be back with your food shortly, Mandy.” He turned and walked towards the door.

Okay, well. I guess I really am going to get in touch with nature.

RED AND I MADE SMALL talk when he brought me a rather delicious steak and baked potato later that evening. It was a sweet gesture, and I was convinced he wasn’t going to murder me at least. He even managed to find a bottle of red wine that wasn’t half bad. He didn’t eat, but he sat with me for a little bit while I did, and then put some sheets on my bed with a light blanket I didn’t think I would need. He seemed pretty charming and his whole face lit up when he laughed, completely removing those serial killer features I saw earlier. When I watched him put the sheets on the bed, all I could think about was how nice it would be if I wasn’t going to bed alone—or more specifically, how it would be if he was tucking me in for the night.

I bet he would read me one hell of a bedtime story…

It was dark when Red left and I fixed another glass of wine before walking out onto the front porch. I sat in a swing that didn’t feel like it was going to break, and listened to the absolute silence of the evening. There was nothing around me except a breeze blowing through the trees and the occasional animal screaming into the night, almost like a horn blaring.

I guess it is a good thing Hannah didn’t come, because she would have ripped me a new one for ruining her lake house trip with Brady.

I stood up and walked down the steps, still holding my glass of wine. The breeze felt amazing, especially when there was no cabin to block it. There wasn’t much light, but the moon was so bright that I could see everything fairly well. The stars had never looked prettier. I walked around the perimeter of the resort, seeing the remnants of the things from the brochure. After a while, I started to actually feel a chill, so I decided to head back to my cabin. The shortest route took my past the only other illuminated cabin in the resort, which I assumed belong to Red. I wasn’t trying to snoop when I walked by, but something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye and I paused in my tracks.

Oh wow…

The window I was standing near appeared to be his bedroom, and I was walking by right as he pulled off his shirt. It was hard to look away, e

specially since the window was low enough to the ground that I could see him as plain as day. There was a sheer curtain covering the window, but it wasn’t enough to keep me from seeing every inch of his sculpted chest. His hands went to the button on his jeans and I instantly looked down. I blushed, even though he didn’t know I was out there, and then slowly lifted my head. An enormous cock hung from his pelvis, resting on top of a set of gigantic balls. He walked to the television and I saw him pick up a DVD case. He dropped it in a DVD player and took a step back. The television screen lit up with a menu for what appeared to be pornography.

I should go now. This is is about to get weird.

I started to take a step, but before I could, the movie started playing. It appeared to be a rather old porno movie considering the clothing the people were wearing, but they got right down to business. He turned towards his bed and I saw that his cock was already starting to get hard. My mouth fell open as I watched it grow. He collapsed down onto the bed and stretched out, wrapping his hand around his unbelievably large dick—which only seemed to get larger as he stroked it. I badly wanted to leave, but I was mesmerized. I had never seen a cock hard before in real life, and I had certainly never seen a man masturbate.

Fuck, that’s hot. That’s really, really hot.

I felt my body burning with desire for something I had never experienced before. His hand moved up and down his shaft, keeping a fairly fast pace. I could feel my panties getting wet while I watched and before I knew it, my hand was unfastening my jeans and sliding down to my pussy. I held the wine glass in one hand while the fingers on my other hand explored my wetness. My eyes stayed transfixed on Red and his monstrous dick getting worked over as hard as he could. My pussy was on fire and I rubbed my clitoris harder than I had ever rubbed it before. I watched as Red’s body started to squirm and then cum shot out of cock. It ran down his hand and his dick as he stroked it. It was more than I needed to see to orgasm, because it engulfed my body. I moaned, bit down on my lip, and right as it took full control, my body shook and I felt the wine glass slip from my hand.

No!

I stared as it hit the ground and shattered against a rock. The noise was loud, especially in the silence of the night. I pulled my hand out of my pants and considered reaching down to gather the shards of glass, but when I looked up, I didn’t see Red in his bed anymore. I bolted towards my cabin, running as fast as I could. I felt guilt, shame, and every other remorseful emotion I could come up with. I slammed the door once I was back inside my cabin, and pulled a chair from the dining room table to put under the doorknob. I waited for judgment, anger, or whatever would follow when Red figured out I had been watching him. All I heard was silence. I finally crawled into bed, feeling mortified, with the sheets clutched tightly around my neck.

Chapter 4: Red

I took porn for granted when I lived in the city. Anything I wanted was at the touch of my fingertips on a computer. I could look at anything my filthy mind could think up and there was plenty to choose from. An unhealthy appetite for porn was one thing my ex-girlfriend and I never had to fight about. She loved watching, and sometimes acting out, anything that was dirty or taboo. If sex was all we needed to make the relationship work, we would have never left the bedroom.

If only we didn’t have to discuss things like bills, her spending habits, and her inability to function like a normal adult.

After moving back to the mountains, I found the lack of porn to be one of my least favorite things. I had gone through every adult movie behind the Front Office counter several times over. My father’s computer was a total disaster and could barely get online, much less surf for porn. I wasn’t sure when he stopped using it, but perhaps it was a luxury when he didn’t know there were better options out there. I still paid for a cell phone, but it didn’t get much of a signal at the resort. WiFi was on the list of amenities I planned to add, but it was too early to justify those expenses quite yet.

Charlie, you are a lifesaver. I need something new.

I removed the first DVD from the box and pushed it into the DVD player after stripping off my clothes. They were all pretty basic, but after not having anything filthy for almost a year, I was okay if anal was the main event. The movie started and my cock got slightly hard. I dropped onto the bed and spread my legs, taking my dick in my hand. I had gotten so bored with the selection I had that I hadn’t jacked off in a few days, so I was long overdue. My dick swelled until it was throbbing as I watched a nice looking redhead devour a cock so fast that it was clear she did it for a living. It was a good, sloppy blowjob like I enjoyed, so it didn’t take me long to feel the pressure building in my balls.

Aw yeah, you’re going to love it when I explode on your face.

The ejaculations in porn were kind of a paradox. On one hand, most guys would rather bust their nut in a woman’s throat, pussy or ass, but in porn, the money shot was key. I got rather bored when she pulled the dick out of her mouth and started stroking it. I felt the pressure subside for a moment and then she spread her legs for a new partner to fuck her pussy. That was more like it. I smiled when a cock almost as large as mine made her moan. The pressure returned fairly quick and I knew I was about to erupt. I stroked my dick even faster, feeling the cum surging in my shaft before it started the shower me in my own filth. It ran down my shaft, which allowed me to move my hand a little faster so the last of it could spurt from my glans. Just when I thought I might get one more good squirt before I was done, I heard something shatter behind me.

What the fuck was that?

I sat up in bed, fully alert. I had no idea what the sound was, but judging by the faintness of it, I thought it could be a window at one of the cabins. I snatched my jeans off the floor and started shoving my legs into them when I reached the living room. Cum was getting everywhere, but I was more concerned with making sure it wasn’t an animal, and making sure something didn’t happen to my only guest. I wiped my hand on my jeans, opened the front door and started walking around my cabin towards the direction of the noise. I took a few steps and then I felt something against my foot. It was sharp and extremely painful. I hopped back, grabbed my foot and turned it towards me. The moon was providing enough light, but I couldn’t see exactly what it was. What I could see was that my foot was bleeding.

Fuck! Shit that hurts.

I hopped around and tried to put my foot down, but whatever had cut me was underneath the skin. I looked at the ground and I could see the moon reflecting off something. I bent down and picked it up. It was broken glass. I had found the source of the noise, but it was much closer than I imagined. I held it up and sniffed. It smelled like red wine. I turned my head to side and saw that from that vantage point, I was looking directly into my bedroom window, which showed the bed and the television. Even though I was hurting, I still couldn’t help but laugh. It appeared that someone had gotten a show, and quickly ran away when they dropped the glass. That someone had to be my guest, the ravishing redhead named Mandy staying in Cabin A.

I wonder how much she saw—she must have at least seen me cum.