The hunting lodge
It's been four months since Tonio and I gave ourselves to each other for the first time and we became a couple. (the gentle reader will find the prehistory here "On the river"). Four months in which we intensified and strengthened our relationship. Four months in which the familiarity with the peculiarities of the other and the trust in him continued to grow and our love grew steadily. I'm getting on well with studying biology at the university. The choice of study was not accidental, but a consequence of my love for nature, which my father and my uncle Johann instilled in me from childhood. Tonio, who I met during fitness training at the university sports facility, also shares this with me, so that we complement each other well in this respect.
When we wanted to take a few days off from everyday life and enjoy the beginning, still very warm autumn, the choice of destination was not difficult. Tonio left the choice up to me and so I decided on a place where I always felt very comfortable as a child and which I still love and like to visit whenever I have the need for peace and seclusion again. My uncle Johann owns a small hunting lodge, which he is happy to put at my disposal and which we now want to use as a starting point for hikes in nature for a few days.
The travel bag with the most necessary clothes and indispensable things is packed and already lying in the trunk of Tonio's car, together with the rucksacks and hiking boots. We want to get the provisions locally from the local shops, although I know from experience that Uncle Johann will have made provisions here as well. Get out of the big city and head south on the autobahn! After about two hours of driving, we leave the motorway and drive uphill along a winding country road into a wonderful mountain landscape, the foothills of the Eastern Limestone Alps. After another half hour we reach a small mountain village, from whose main square Tonio, following my instructions, turns into a narrow alley that soon leads to a gravel road and goes steeply uphill in tight curves.
Tonio shakes his head and says,
"I have to say, Anita, without your local knowledge I would have gotten lost long ago. Even my navigation system fails here!”
“You can trust me, I know every stone here, as a child I used to visit my uncle here during the school holidays. Do you see the three big oaks and the wayside shrine over there? There is a small parking lot where we can stay. This square is called the Oak Cross by the locals.
Tonio parks his car under an overhanging bush in the shade and we get out.
“We have to continue on foot from here. Here you can only get further with an off-road vehicle or tractor. Your city car would soon hit the ground with the floor pan or tear off the exhaust pipe".
We get our luggage out of the trunk, sit down on the wooden bench by the wayside shrine and swap our sneakers for sturdier hiking boots. Tonio looks at the area and the narrow footpath that I point out to him.
"Now I understand, Anita, why you insisted that you only take the bare essentials with you! How far do we have to go?”
“With your condition, about 30 minutes. But I guarantee that you will still have enough energy left for the evening!”
With a knowing smile and without a further question, Tonio shoulders a backpack and slings the travel bag with the shoulder strap.
"Come on then, whoever gets there first can make a wish!"
I take the second backpack, the lighter one. Tonio, as a consummate cavalier, of course took the heavier ones as a matter of course. I know why I love him!
"Slow down, my friend! Don't overdo it, you have to approach the mountain slowly!”
The footpath initially leads over a gently sloping meadow orchard with ancient apple and pear trees, from whose fruit the farmers obtain a delicious cider. Soon we dive into a dense mixed forest of mainly fir, spruce, oak and beech and the path gets steeper for a short time. The air is a little cooler than in the meadow and is filled with a balsamic scent of conifers. When we have overcome the incline, Tonio stops, takes a few deep breaths and says,
"My compliments for your physical condition, Anita, you're running in front of me like a young deer and I'm panting behind me like an old man !
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also a big advantage. So I can unabashedly stare at your lovely butt all the time!"
"You charmer, can't you wait again? But we'll be there in a few minutes.”
We follow the footpath for a few more minutes, which now leads slightly downhill again and makes walking easier. After a bend, we suddenly step through the edge of the forest onto a sunlit, gently sloping meadow, on the edge of which, with its backside to the forest, stands a small wooden log house.
"We are there!"
I look around for Tonio, whose face is filled with wonder and excitement,
"Don't say anything, we're in paradise!"
"Yes, if we make it so..."
The front of the log cabin, a small, covered veranda, overlooks the slightly sloping meadow to the south-east, which is occasionally used as cattle pasture, but is now almost knee-deep overgrown with grass and all sorts of wild herbs and flowers and is used for haymaking. Below you can see some of the fruit trees typical of the landscape. The wooden beams of the hut and the shingles of the roof show with their silvery-grey patina the decades-long influence of wind and weather, a few meters in front of the hut a large wooden trough, which is filled with a small but constant trickle of crystal-clear, cold water, bears witness to its original use as a cattle trough. The two paneled windows look at us like two big, astonished eyes as we approach the hut.
Tonio is visibly enthusiastic
"That's incredible, do you have the key?"
"No"
"And how are we supposed to get in then?"
"Well, with the key!"
"I think you're kidding me! How am I supposed to understand that?”
“Wait, I'll show you.”
We're standing on the porch now and I turn to the left window, on whose windowsill there is a row of lushly blooming geraniums, pick up the first flower pot and wave to Tonio with the key in hand.
"Do you see? That's still pretty common here in the country. Everyone knows everyone and keys are just a formality. Now put your stuff down and come in.”
We enter the small but very comfortable and functionally furnished hut, which consists of two rooms. The front one serves as a kind of eat-in kitchen and storeroom, with a large, old-fashioned wood-burning stove for cooking and heating, and a roughly-hewn table with a comfortable bench seat. A door leads to the back room, which serves as a bedroom and in which there are two separate old wooden beds next to a wardrobe, but they are equipped with modern mattresses and duvets. My aunt Maria, who everyone just calls “Mitz”, attaches particular importance to this. Without having to be a great fortune teller, I dare to assume that one of the two beds will remain unused today! I open the two small side windows to let in the air smelling of resin and conifers.
"Come on, Tonio, I'll show you the immediate surroundings outside."
Right next to the hut, Mitz (I've only called uncle and aunt by their first names since I was a child, which is quite normal for us. The terms uncle and aunt are reserved for older, familiar people from the village, with whom we have a special relationship even without family ties) created a small cottage garden, which is her pride and joy. Various kitchen herbs, mint and sage take up most of the space, interspersed with various meadow flowers. A narrow path behind the hut leads a few meters into the forest, to a brick tool shed, in which there is a well soundproofed diesel generator, which could supply the hut with electricity if necessary. I personally prefer the romance of the old kerosene lamps though. Right next to it, accessible through a separate entrance,
A small stream flows down from the mountain next to the cottage garden, which feeds the said wooden trough and continues to flow across the meadow down into the valley.
Tonio can't hide his enthusiasm and is already looking forward to a few days in nature, far away from the hustle and bustle and crowds, but then comes out with a question,
"Tell me, is there somewhere to wash and shower here?"
I smile look at him, "Do you see the water trough?"
"Yes, of course"
"That's the bathroom! And do you see the wooden tub next to it? That's the shower!"
"Wonderfully easy!" laughs Tonio, "and in winter do you have a scraper to scrape the ice off my back?"
"It's not that bad, you wimp! You'll see, you get used to it quickly and it's wonderfully refreshing. But I have to admit, at the beginning you need courage and willpower!”
“No problem, if you show me I can do it too.”
As we step closer to the water trough, I see that there are two well-corked dark green glass bottles in a net hanging and in the shade of the porch there is a basket covered with a checkered tea towel.
"Apparently we were already expected. I'm sure it's cider and a hearty snack that welcomes us here."
"Wonderful, I'm already hungry as a bear!"
As I already suspected, I found in the basket a rich assortment of local delicacies, air-dried wild sausages and ham, mountain cheese, a loaf of fresh, dark farmhouse bread, fresh cocktail tomatoes, crunchy summer apples and a few other ingredients. The must in the bottles is well chilled and goes well with this meal, which I arrange on the large table.
"Anita, I think we're going to have visitors!" I hear Tonio call out. In the distance I see a man walking along the edge of the forest and approaching the hut. I recognize him immediately by his gait and outfit. Knee breeches made of deerskin, so-called knickers, whose appearance tells of a lifetime of use, a hunting-green cotton shirt, an old felt hat that is probably even older than the knickers, a head-high, strong walking stick, a green linen backpack and a hunting rifle slung over the right shoulder.
"This is Alois, the district forester and game warden, an old friend of the family!" I explain to Tonio.
"Hello, you two! Hello Anita!” Alois calls out to us as he steps onto the veranda. "Nice that you're back, you haven't been here for a long time, longer than a year!"
"Alois, I'm glad to see you. Yes, too long" I agree with the hidden accusation, "but you know, the university and the regular exams ... but I'll be back more often, I promise!"
Alois points to the prepared snack, "I see you've got everything Found it, your uncle has already announced you and I have therefore made you a few little things in advance, so that you are taken care of for the first time! Rosa has also put fresh towels and bathrobes in the closet if you need them. I saw your car at the oak cross and just wanted to check if everything is ok."
His gaze falls on Tonio, to whom he extends his hand in greeting. "So that's your friend," he says, turning to me.
"Hello, I'm Tonio!" he replies to the greeting.
A big smile appears on Alois' weatherbeaten face, "Nice to meet you, I've heard about you! Just call me Alois, everyone does that!” and slaps Tonio on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Come and eat with us, you brought us much more than we need!" I ask him, "and tell me what's new in the village, how is your Rosa?"
"The Rosa?, you know she yes, she's always keppeling, so she's fine. And if it gets too much for me, I'll just come up there and sit on the bench with my pipe!"
Rosa, his wife, is an extremely lovable woman and as communicative as she is generous. She is known throughout the area as an excellent cook and producer of wedding and church day bakeries. She is famous for her lard-baked yeast pastries, which taste irresistibly good and would make any dietician break out in a sweat.
During the snack, which Tonio eats with ravenous hunger, Alois informs me about the latest village gossip and the births and funerals of the past year. In return, we tell him about our studies and our plans. Almost casually, he gives me a thorough look and says with a mischievous smile in his eyes, "You look very good, Anita, you've matured and become more feminine! Apparently love is good for you! It's a shame that I'm already forty years too old.”
Luckily, my tan prevents Alois from noticing that the sudden blush on his face isn't just due to the cider.
"Well, now I have to go on, I still have to do a check in the infirmary." He shoulders his backpack and the rifle, puts on his hat and, when he says goodbye, puts his hand on Tonio's forearm and says, with a friendly wink, " and you take good care of Anita, otherwise you'll have to deal with me!”
After a few steps he disappeared into the forest and we are both completely alone in paradise.
For a while we sit on the comfortable large bench on the veranda, chatting and planning the next few days. Before the afternoon turns into evening I say to Tonio,
“I suggest it's time for grooming, we're sweaty from the ride and climb and could use a refreshment. You'll also get to know the advantages of an Alpine bathroom right away!”
Tonio agrees and I get the bathrobes and towels from the bedroom. Without a word, but with an open look at Tonio, I begin to undress until I'm standing naked in front of him, stretching like a cat in the sun to loosen my limbs.
“Alois is absolutely right! You've become more feminine,” Tonio states. "and that love is responsible for this is a beautiful thought."
When it became clear that we both wanted to stay together and not expose ourselves to the risk of contracting diseases through changing sexual partners, I decided, in consultation with my gynaecologist, to use the pill for contraception, a decision that turned out to be spot on. Our sex became more spontaneous and varied, which we both enjoy very much. As a possible side effect, I was happy to accept a minimal, hormone-related weight gain, especially since I was already very slim. I look down at myself and reflect on my body, 168 cm tall, auburn shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, slim waist, flat stomach, a firm breast that still stubbornly resists gravity – two nice handfuls, as Tonio often tells me and actively proves and a perky, pear-shaped bottom. Since I've been on the pill, my breasts have increased in volume, my hips and buttocks have become a little rounder and my thighs are in harmonious proportion to them. I'm actually very happy with my body.
"You are beautiful and very sexy"
I enjoy the praise and especially Tonio's look at my body, in which I clearly notice his desire. In the meantime, Tonio has also undressed and stepped up to me. Together we first cool off our lower arms and kidneys with the cold water at the trough before I pour water over my head and body from the tub. At first the cold takes my breath away, but I quickly recover from the shock, lather up and rinse off the soap with another tub of water and start to dry myself. Tonio, who doesn't want to show any weaknesses, also pours a full vat over his head.
"Damn, it's cold!" he snorts after he can catch his breath again, but is brave enough to complete the procedure.
With a demonstrative look between his legs, I put on a worried expression and say, teasing him, "Oh dear, what happened to little Tonio? It's hardly visible anymore?"
Shivering from the cold, Tonio grabs a towel. "It's good for you to laugh, you women don't have this problem. And besides, you look damn sexy doing it!” He says, and pinches my erect nipples hardened by the cold.
"Sorry, love, but it had to be now. Let me help you, after all I put you in this situation, I have to make it up to you."
I start drying him with the towel and rubbing his whole body well, back, shoulders, stomach, legs and finally, with special care, I dedicate myself to his still shocked penis and scrotum. I gently dry him off and start massaging him with the terry towel. It doesn't take long for me to feel the poor guy come back to life.
“There you are, the damage has been repaired!” I say, and with a slap on his buttocks “ready for action restored!”
“Then the evening is saved! I feared the worst.” he says with a mischievous look. "But you were right about one thing, it's wonderfully refreshing - assuming you survive it!"
"You'll see, it'll be a lot easier tomorrow, you get used to it quickly. Come on, let's sit down on the bench a little longer and enjoy the sunset."
Wrapped in our bathrobes, we sit down on the wooden bench with seat cushions, lean against one another and warm each other up. Tonio wraps his arm around me and I snuggle up to him cross-legged, my head resting on his shoulder and my face close to his neck, inhaling his scent.
"I love you!" I can barely breathe before Tonio closes my lips with a soft, heartfelt kiss.
With the sinking sun, the ever longer shadows of the trees lie over the meadow and the twilight bathes the landscape in an unreal light of pink and blue. At first here and there, then increasingly from the whole edge of the forest and with astonishing intensity we hear bird calls, a concert of all different forest and meadow birds as a wondrous accompaniment for our quiet love.
"I felt it right away, we are in paradise here!"
"Let's make it our paradise".
Tonio pulls me closer, kisses me again and puts his hand lightly on my thigh.
"Wait, love, you're here in my kingdom! Just sit back and let me pamper you!”
Tonio looks me in the eye for a long time, strokes my head and puts himself in my hands without resistance with the words "I'm all yours".
I sit up a bit, take his face in both hands and start kissing and caressing him very gently, noticing how he relaxes more and more and enjoys being caressed passively. I untie the tie that holds his robe together, slip a hand under the fabric, and unbutton the robe. Just like he always has with me, but today with roles reversed, I run my fingertips along his thighs, first outwards, then more and more inwards and closer to his penis. He leans back with his eyes closed and opens his legs slightly, giving me free access. My hand cups his scrotum and I squeeze very gently not to hurt him, gently sliding his balls around in my hand, then switch to his shaft. To my great joy I feel how it grows in my hand, swells, and becomes noticeably harder as I begin to move it up and down with a little more pressure. When he is fully aroused and stiff, Tonio sighs softly and says "Anita, you are so wonderful, you do it so well..."
"Hush, my love, just let me do it, just enjoy"
I increase the pressure a little, lean forward and kiss the tip of his glans, which feels swollen and warm, continue along his shaft and nibble on it carefully. Back at the glans, I run the tip of my tongue around it, concentrating on his frenulum on the underside of the glans, massaging it with my tongue. Tonio tenses noticeably when I increase my hand movements and lifts his pelvis towards me with a sigh. To ease Tonio's sweet torment, I open my mouth, slowly slide my lips over his glans and finally take it into my mouth. Careful not to overuse my teeth, I slide my tongue around his glans, sucking a little, Now perform the movements through your mouth and gently squeeze the testicles with your hand. Tonio moans softly and I let his penis penetrate my mouth a little deeper. After a while, I often switch between pumping hand movements and my mouth, Tonio puts his hand on my head and sighs "Yes, Anita, just a little longer, then I'll feel it right away". Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen. then I'll be fine." Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen. then I'll be fine." Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen.
While I clean Tonio with some paper towels, he leans back, now completely relaxed. "That was indescribably beautiful, Anita, now I owe you a lot! But give me some time to recover!”
“Don't worry, my friend, we have all the time in the world and I will still collect your debt…!”
Dusk has meanwhile given way to night, the birds have fallen silent and have retreated to their sleeping trees, the silence is only occasionally broken by the voices of the night.
"Come on Tonio, let's go to bed too, we're more comfortable there and we can continue to be there for each other!"
On the way into the bedroom we hang our bathrobes over a chair and lie down naked on one of the two beds. I immediately snuggle up close to Tonio to feel his body and his warmth and it doesn't take long for the duvet to be comfortably warm. For some time we lie in a close embrace and silently enjoy the presence of the other. Finally, while I'm just lost in my thoughts, Tonio stirs,
"Anita, dearest, that was so nice earlier, you shouldn't go away empty-handed! I would like to spoil your orchid like you spoil me!"
He's so cute when he talks like that! He knows I despise the vulgar and repugnant expressions from the deepest gutter that are commonly used to describe private parts, especially the female part, and sex in general. Sex, love and one's own body are something so precious that I can't understand how one could denigrate them with such primitive and vulgar terms. I prefer to stick with the anatomically correct designations, or if that is inappropriate, with imaginative paraphrases and synonyms. Luckily Tonio isn't up for dirty talking either, so he came up with the term orchid as a synonym for my vulva.
"Nothing would please me more, you know that. Are you fit again?”
Without answering, Tonio begins with an intense French kiss me, and himself, to get in the mood for a long and emotional foreplay. I have to count myself really fortunate that Tonio is completely on the same wavelength as me in this respect, which is best described in one of the most beautiful songs of the Pointer Sisters: '... if it comes to love, I want a slow hand, I want a lover with the easy touch...' All sex guides written could be replaced by this song, it expresses everything that is important to me in sex.
Tonio caresses and kisses me with loving devotion, as I have often experienced with him and plays on my body like an instrument. Just like a well-tuned instrument, it makes me vibrate effortlessly. As he descends with his kisses and caresses, I open myself up to him and spread my legs, willingly allowing him access to my "orchid," as he affectionately calls my vulva. Lying between my legs, he gently caresses my thighs, sliding the tip of his tongue along my groins, tickling me and arousing me even more. As he blows lightly over my labia and clit, which are already fully blossomed and wet, I'm completely blown away. I pull his head closer lift my pelvis towards him and finally feel his tongue sliding along my cleft and labia and circling my clitoris. I lie here and enjoy the play of his tongue on my clitoris, his saliva mixes with my wetness. I love it when I feel Tonio deep inside me when I orgasm, so I whisper to him as I feel my arousal peaking,
"Come on Tonio, take me, I want to feel your masculinity".
Without further delay, Tonio slides back up to me, covers my face with kisses and starts opening my labia with his penis.
"Yes, come on, push me! Hard , deep …”
I have hardly asked him to do so when I already feel him penetrating me and filling me completely. His movements increase my horniness to the extreme and I accompany his steady, deep thrusts with a soft sigh. My hands rest on his buttocks, I can feel his muscles play with every thrust and control his rhythm.
"Tonio, darling, I love you so much...don't stop, I'm about to..."
With a few more deep and firm thrusts, Tonio brings me to orgasm and I feel like I'm falling into a sea of bliss.
After an extensive aftermath of kissing and caressing, we let ourselves slip into a dreamy twilight sleep, exhausted and tightly embraced.
A few hours have passed and it's deep night when I wake up to the rustling of a dormouse in the roof beams and my urge to urinate. I carefully release myself from the hug so as not to wake Tonio and step quietly out of the hut into the open. The cool night air on my bare skin is pleasant and the meadow in front of me lies quiet and mystical in the pale light of the full moon. I take a few steps through the dewy grass and crouch to relieve myself.
Back in the hut, I watch Tonio for a while, lying naked and covered in bed, in a peaceful sleep. The moonlight coming through the window caresses his body and emphasizes his contours, he lies here in good physical shape but not overly muscular, his penis, which gave me so much satisfaction only a few hours ago, lies limp in his groin. I resist the urge to wake him and lie down next to him, snuggle up to him and go back into his loving embrace as he wakes briefly to a doze and sinks back into dreamland with me.
It's bright morning and the birds are at their morning concert when I wake up again. Tonio is still asleep and I manage to slip out of bed without waking him. I would like to surprise him with breakfast and freshen up beforehand. In front of the hut, naked as I am, I do my morning yoga exercise, the greeting to the sun, step over to the water trough and pour a bucket of water over my body. The cold, even if it always comes as a shock at first, is not uncomfortable for me and awakens my spirits. I just grab a bar of soap and start lathering myself up when an arm grabs me from behind,
"Stop, that's my job!"
"Tonio, you bastard, why are you sneaking up on me like that? You almost scared me to death!”
I punctuate my rebuke with a loving nudge in his ribs with my elbow, but still lean my back against him and surrender myself entirely to his hands. Tonio strokes my body long and tenderly, spreading the soapy foam over my stomach, breasts, bottom and bottom folds. When he lathers my mons pubis with soap and gently slides his middle finger through my cleft, I can already feel the excitement rising in me. The hard body that presses against my butt fold shows me that it's not just me. He slowly penetrates my vagina with his finger and starts massaging my G-spot. I drop the bar of soap demonstratively.
"Oops, the fright made me drop the soap!"
"Then you'll have to bend down for it!" I hear Tonio say with a suppressed laughter in his voice.
I throw a challenging look over my shoulder at Tonio, lean forward and support myself with my legs slightly apart on the water trough.
His hands are all over my body, gliding very easily over my skin through the lather and penetrating the most intimate places where they inevitably arouse my desire. From behind, Tonio strokes my column several times and finally lands on my anus with his middle finger. Slowly and with circular movements, he begins to massage my rosette and, when he does not experience any rejection from me, penetrates very slowly and carefully with the tip of his finger.
"Do you like that?" asks Tonio, ready to react immediately to a possible refusal.
"Yes, very much!" Encouraged by my agreement and relieved by the lather, his finger slowly slides into my anus, just a little bit at a time, to give me the opportunity to completely relax and take him in until he's finally full in it is ... with me. His slow movements send pleasant waves of pleasure into my abdomen, I reach back and get hold of his excited, hard penis,
"You, I have another option ready for you!"
"I didn't miss that," I hear his answer and I can already feel how his glans divides my labia and he penetrates me quickly and deeply from behind. With his finger still in my bottom, I feel the thrusts even more intensely than usual. To finish, I reach between my legs from the front and start massaging my clitoris, just like masturbating, which I still enjoy doing when I do alone and Tonio is not with me. On these occasions I let my imagination run wild, but ever since I've slept with Tonio I've always had his face in my mind's eye.
The orgasm comes quickly and violently, my knees almost went weak and buckled, Tonio has also come to his satisfaction and now we both lie naked in a soft meadow bed, as always, in a close embrace and let the sun warm us.
The sun is already high in the sky, the calm is only emphasized by the chirping of some crickets when I toast Tonio,
"We should get dressed, we'll have visitors soon!"
"How do you know that? Are you a fortune teller?
"Do you hear that hoarse rattling back in the woods? These are the jays, the most reliable alarm system in the forest. They don't miss a movement!"
We go to the cabin and quickly put on some pants and t-shirts. Not a second too early, when we step out again, my uncle Johann is already approaching the hut.
"Good morning you two! Am I inconvenient?"
"Hello Johann, no, we've been told you from afar and we just wanted to make ourselves a late breakfast." Of course I'd still very much like to hug Tonio naked for a while spent, but I'm happy to see my uncle again.
"Yes, the jays, you can't escape them!"
While Johann is chatting with Tonio, I quickly prepare breakfast. I don't miss his mischievous look and the barely concealed smile at the corner of his eye as he notices the unused bed through the open door.
"Well, then I don't want to bother you any further" he says goodbye "and if you want to go up to the Speckbauer Alm today, don't be disappointed, the Almabtrieb was a few days ago. But you know how nice it is up there alone!”
Alone again, I explain to Tonio what our planned hiking route and destination look like, while we pack everything we need into our backpacks.
"On the Speckbauer Alm you have a wonderful view of the landscape, on the meadows you will find different types of orchids everywhere, native orchids, as you know, and I also know a place where we could find the checkered flower and the yellow lady's slipper. I'm just afraid it's too late in the year for that.
But, if you're good to me, I'll show you a very rare orchid up there in the hay, which blooms in secret just for you..."
It's been four months since Tonio and I gave ourselves to each other for the first time and we became a couple. (the gentle reader will find the prehistory here "On the river"). Four months in which we intensified and strengthened our relationship. Four months in which the familiarity with the peculiarities of the other and the trust in him continued to grow and our love grew steadily. I'm getting on well with studying biology at the university. The choice of study was not accidental, but a consequence of my love for nature, which my father and my uncle Johann instilled in me from childhood. Tonio, who I met during fitness training at the university sports facility, also shares this with me, so that we complement each other well in this respect.
When we wanted to take a few days off from everyday life and enjoy the beginning, still very warm autumn, the choice of destination was not difficult. Tonio left the choice up to me and so I decided on a place where I always felt very comfortable as a child and which I still love and like to visit whenever I have the need for peace and seclusion again. My uncle Johann owns a small hunting lodge, which he is happy to put at my disposal and which we now want to use as a starting point for hikes in nature for a few days.
The travel bag with the most necessary clothes and indispensable things is packed and already lying in the trunk of Tonio's car, together with the rucksacks and hiking boots. We want to get the provisions locally from the local shops, although I know from experience that Uncle Johann will have made provisions here as well. Get out of the big city and head south on the autobahn! After about two hours of driving, we leave the motorway and drive uphill along a winding country road into a wonderful mountain landscape, the foothills of the Eastern Limestone Alps. After another half hour we reach a small mountain village, from whose main square Tonio, following my instructions, turns into a narrow alley that soon leads to a gravel road and goes steeply uphill in tight curves.
Tonio shakes his head and says,
"I have to say, Anita, without your local knowledge I would have gotten lost long ago. Even my navigation system fails here!”
“You can trust me, I know every stone here, as a child I used to visit my uncle here during the school holidays. Do you see the three big oaks and the wayside shrine over there? There is a small parking lot where we can stay. This square is called the Oak Cross by the locals.
Tonio parks his car under an overhanging bush in the shade and we get out.
“We have to continue on foot from here. Here you can only get further with an off-road vehicle or tractor. Your city car would soon hit the ground with the floor pan or tear off the exhaust pipe".
We get our luggage out of the trunk, sit down on the wooden bench by the wayside shrine and swap our sneakers for sturdier hiking boots. Tonio looks at the area and the narrow footpath that I point out to him.
"Now I understand, Anita, why you insisted that you only take the bare essentials with you! How far do we have to go?”
“With your condition, about 30 minutes. But I guarantee that you will still have enough energy left for the evening!”
With a knowing smile and without a further question, Tonio shoulders a backpack and slings the travel bag with the shoulder strap.
"Come on then, whoever gets there first can make a wish!"
I take the second backpack, the lighter one. Tonio, as a consummate cavalier, of course took the heavier ones as a matter of course. I know why I love him!
"Slow down, my friend! Don't overdo it, you have to approach the mountain slowly!”
The footpath initially leads over a gently sloping meadow orchard with ancient apple and pear trees, from whose fruit the farmers obtain a delicious cider. Soon we dive into a dense mixed forest of mainly fir, spruce, oak and beech and the path gets steeper for a short time. The air is a little cooler than in the meadow and is filled with a balsamic scent of conifers. When we have overcome the incline, Tonio stops, takes a few deep breaths and says,
"My compliments for your physical condition, Anita, you're running in front of me like a young deer and I'm panting behind me like an old man !
"
also a big advantage. So I can unabashedly stare at your lovely butt all the time!"
"You charmer, can't you wait again? But we'll be there in a few minutes.”
We follow the footpath for a few more minutes, which now leads slightly downhill again and makes walking easier. After a bend, we suddenly step through the edge of the forest onto a sunlit, gently sloping meadow, on the edge of which, with its backside to the forest, stands a small wooden log house.
"We are there!"
I look around for Tonio, whose face is filled with wonder and excitement,
"Don't say anything, we're in paradise!"
"Yes, if we make it so..."
The front of the log cabin, a small, covered veranda, overlooks the slightly sloping meadow to the south-east, which is occasionally used as cattle pasture, but is now almost knee-deep overgrown with grass and all sorts of wild herbs and flowers and is used for haymaking. Below you can see some of the fruit trees typical of the landscape. The wooden beams of the hut and the shingles of the roof show with their silvery-grey patina the decades-long influence of wind and weather, a few meters in front of the hut a large wooden trough, which is filled with a small but constant trickle of crystal-clear, cold water, bears witness to its original use as a cattle trough. The two paneled windows look at us like two big, astonished eyes as we approach the hut.
Tonio is visibly enthusiastic
"That's incredible, do you have the key?"
"No"
"And how are we supposed to get in then?"
"Well, with the key!"
"I think you're kidding me! How am I supposed to understand that?”
“Wait, I'll show you.”
We're standing on the porch now and I turn to the left window, on whose windowsill there is a row of lushly blooming geraniums, pick up the first flower pot and wave to Tonio with the key in hand.
"Do you see? That's still pretty common here in the country. Everyone knows everyone and keys are just a formality. Now put your stuff down and come in.”
We enter the small but very comfortable and functionally furnished hut, which consists of two rooms. The front one serves as a kind of eat-in kitchen and storeroom, with a large, old-fashioned wood-burning stove for cooking and heating, and a roughly-hewn table with a comfortable bench seat. A door leads to the back room, which serves as a bedroom and in which there are two separate old wooden beds next to a wardrobe, but they are equipped with modern mattresses and duvets. My aunt Maria, who everyone just calls “Mitz”, attaches particular importance to this. Without having to be a great fortune teller, I dare to assume that one of the two beds will remain unused today! I open the two small side windows to let in the air smelling of resin and conifers.
"Come on, Tonio, I'll show you the immediate surroundings outside."
Right next to the hut, Mitz (I've only called uncle and aunt by their first names since I was a child, which is quite normal for us. The terms uncle and aunt are reserved for older, familiar people from the village, with whom we have a special relationship even without family ties) created a small cottage garden, which is her pride and joy. Various kitchen herbs, mint and sage take up most of the space, interspersed with various meadow flowers. A narrow path behind the hut leads a few meters into the forest, to a brick tool shed, in which there is a well soundproofed diesel generator, which could supply the hut with electricity if necessary. I personally prefer the romance of the old kerosene lamps though. Right next to it, accessible through a separate entrance,
A small stream flows down from the mountain next to the cottage garden, which feeds the said wooden trough and continues to flow across the meadow down into the valley.
Tonio can't hide his enthusiasm and is already looking forward to a few days in nature, far away from the hustle and bustle and crowds, but then comes out with a question,
"Tell me, is there somewhere to wash and shower here?"
I smile look at him, "Do you see the water trough?"
"Yes, of course"
"That's the bathroom! And do you see the wooden tub next to it? That's the shower!"
"Wonderfully easy!" laughs Tonio, "and in winter do you have a scraper to scrape the ice off my back?"
"It's not that bad, you wimp! You'll see, you get used to it quickly and it's wonderfully refreshing. But I have to admit, at the beginning you need courage and willpower!”
“No problem, if you show me I can do it too.”
As we step closer to the water trough, I see that there are two well-corked dark green glass bottles in a net hanging and in the shade of the porch there is a basket covered with a checkered tea towel.
"Apparently we were already expected. I'm sure it's cider and a hearty snack that welcomes us here."
"Wonderful, I'm already hungry as a bear!"
As I already suspected, I found in the basket a rich assortment of local delicacies, air-dried wild sausages and ham, mountain cheese, a loaf of fresh, dark farmhouse bread, fresh cocktail tomatoes, crunchy summer apples and a few other ingredients. The must in the bottles is well chilled and goes well with this meal, which I arrange on the large table.
"Anita, I think we're going to have visitors!" I hear Tonio call out. In the distance I see a man walking along the edge of the forest and approaching the hut. I recognize him immediately by his gait and outfit. Knee breeches made of deerskin, so-called knickers, whose appearance tells of a lifetime of use, a hunting-green cotton shirt, an old felt hat that is probably even older than the knickers, a head-high, strong walking stick, a green linen backpack and a hunting rifle slung over the right shoulder.
"This is Alois, the district forester and game warden, an old friend of the family!" I explain to Tonio.
"Hello, you two! Hello Anita!” Alois calls out to us as he steps onto the veranda. "Nice that you're back, you haven't been here for a long time, longer than a year!"
"Alois, I'm glad to see you. Yes, too long" I agree with the hidden accusation, "but you know, the university and the regular exams ... but I'll be back more often, I promise!"
Alois points to the prepared snack, "I see you've got everything Found it, your uncle has already announced you and I have therefore made you a few little things in advance, so that you are taken care of for the first time! Rosa has also put fresh towels and bathrobes in the closet if you need them. I saw your car at the oak cross and just wanted to check if everything is ok."
His gaze falls on Tonio, to whom he extends his hand in greeting. "So that's your friend," he says, turning to me.
"Hello, I'm Tonio!" he replies to the greeting.
A big smile appears on Alois' weatherbeaten face, "Nice to meet you, I've heard about you! Just call me Alois, everyone does that!” and slaps Tonio on the shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Come and eat with us, you brought us much more than we need!" I ask him, "and tell me what's new in the village, how is your Rosa?"
"The Rosa?, you know she yes, she's always keppeling, so she's fine. And if it gets too much for me, I'll just come up there and sit on the bench with my pipe!"
Rosa, his wife, is an extremely lovable woman and as communicative as she is generous. She is known throughout the area as an excellent cook and producer of wedding and church day bakeries. She is famous for her lard-baked yeast pastries, which taste irresistibly good and would make any dietician break out in a sweat.
During the snack, which Tonio eats with ravenous hunger, Alois informs me about the latest village gossip and the births and funerals of the past year. In return, we tell him about our studies and our plans. Almost casually, he gives me a thorough look and says with a mischievous smile in his eyes, "You look very good, Anita, you've matured and become more feminine! Apparently love is good for you! It's a shame that I'm already forty years too old.”
Luckily, my tan prevents Alois from noticing that the sudden blush on his face isn't just due to the cider.
"Well, now I have to go on, I still have to do a check in the infirmary." He shoulders his backpack and the rifle, puts on his hat and, when he says goodbye, puts his hand on Tonio's forearm and says, with a friendly wink, " and you take good care of Anita, otherwise you'll have to deal with me!”
After a few steps he disappeared into the forest and we are both completely alone in paradise.
For a while we sit on the comfortable large bench on the veranda, chatting and planning the next few days. Before the afternoon turns into evening I say to Tonio,
“I suggest it's time for grooming, we're sweaty from the ride and climb and could use a refreshment. You'll also get to know the advantages of an Alpine bathroom right away!”
Tonio agrees and I get the bathrobes and towels from the bedroom. Without a word, but with an open look at Tonio, I begin to undress until I'm standing naked in front of him, stretching like a cat in the sun to loosen my limbs.
“Alois is absolutely right! You've become more feminine,” Tonio states. "and that love is responsible for this is a beautiful thought."
When it became clear that we both wanted to stay together and not expose ourselves to the risk of contracting diseases through changing sexual partners, I decided, in consultation with my gynaecologist, to use the pill for contraception, a decision that turned out to be spot on. Our sex became more spontaneous and varied, which we both enjoy very much. As a possible side effect, I was happy to accept a minimal, hormone-related weight gain, especially since I was already very slim. I look down at myself and reflect on my body, 168 cm tall, auburn shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, slim waist, flat stomach, a firm breast that still stubbornly resists gravity – two nice handfuls, as Tonio often tells me and actively proves and a perky, pear-shaped bottom. Since I've been on the pill, my breasts have increased in volume, my hips and buttocks have become a little rounder and my thighs are in harmonious proportion to them. I'm actually very happy with my body.
"You are beautiful and very sexy"
I enjoy the praise and especially Tonio's look at my body, in which I clearly notice his desire. In the meantime, Tonio has also undressed and stepped up to me. Together we first cool off our lower arms and kidneys with the cold water at the trough before I pour water over my head and body from the tub. At first the cold takes my breath away, but I quickly recover from the shock, lather up and rinse off the soap with another tub of water and start to dry myself. Tonio, who doesn't want to show any weaknesses, also pours a full vat over his head.
"Damn, it's cold!" he snorts after he can catch his breath again, but is brave enough to complete the procedure.
With a demonstrative look between his legs, I put on a worried expression and say, teasing him, "Oh dear, what happened to little Tonio? It's hardly visible anymore?"
Shivering from the cold, Tonio grabs a towel. "It's good for you to laugh, you women don't have this problem. And besides, you look damn sexy doing it!” He says, and pinches my erect nipples hardened by the cold.
"Sorry, love, but it had to be now. Let me help you, after all I put you in this situation, I have to make it up to you."
I start drying him with the towel and rubbing his whole body well, back, shoulders, stomach, legs and finally, with special care, I dedicate myself to his still shocked penis and scrotum. I gently dry him off and start massaging him with the terry towel. It doesn't take long for me to feel the poor guy come back to life.
“There you are, the damage has been repaired!” I say, and with a slap on his buttocks “ready for action restored!”
“Then the evening is saved! I feared the worst.” he says with a mischievous look. "But you were right about one thing, it's wonderfully refreshing - assuming you survive it!"
"You'll see, it'll be a lot easier tomorrow, you get used to it quickly. Come on, let's sit down on the bench a little longer and enjoy the sunset."
Wrapped in our bathrobes, we sit down on the wooden bench with seat cushions, lean against one another and warm each other up. Tonio wraps his arm around me and I snuggle up to him cross-legged, my head resting on his shoulder and my face close to his neck, inhaling his scent.
"I love you!" I can barely breathe before Tonio closes my lips with a soft, heartfelt kiss.
With the sinking sun, the ever longer shadows of the trees lie over the meadow and the twilight bathes the landscape in an unreal light of pink and blue. At first here and there, then increasingly from the whole edge of the forest and with astonishing intensity we hear bird calls, a concert of all different forest and meadow birds as a wondrous accompaniment for our quiet love.
"I felt it right away, we are in paradise here!"
"Let's make it our paradise".
Tonio pulls me closer, kisses me again and puts his hand lightly on my thigh.
"Wait, love, you're here in my kingdom! Just sit back and let me pamper you!”
Tonio looks me in the eye for a long time, strokes my head and puts himself in my hands without resistance with the words "I'm all yours".
I sit up a bit, take his face in both hands and start kissing and caressing him very gently, noticing how he relaxes more and more and enjoys being caressed passively. I untie the tie that holds his robe together, slip a hand under the fabric, and unbutton the robe. Just like he always has with me, but today with roles reversed, I run my fingertips along his thighs, first outwards, then more and more inwards and closer to his penis. He leans back with his eyes closed and opens his legs slightly, giving me free access. My hand cups his scrotum and I squeeze very gently not to hurt him, gently sliding his balls around in my hand, then switch to his shaft. To my great joy I feel how it grows in my hand, swells, and becomes noticeably harder as I begin to move it up and down with a little more pressure. When he is fully aroused and stiff, Tonio sighs softly and says "Anita, you are so wonderful, you do it so well..."
"Hush, my love, just let me do it, just enjoy"
I increase the pressure a little, lean forward and kiss the tip of his glans, which feels swollen and warm, continue along his shaft and nibble on it carefully. Back at the glans, I run the tip of my tongue around it, concentrating on his frenulum on the underside of the glans, massaging it with my tongue. Tonio tenses noticeably when I increase my hand movements and lifts his pelvis towards me with a sigh. To ease Tonio's sweet torment, I open my mouth, slowly slide my lips over his glans and finally take it into my mouth. Careful not to overuse my teeth, I slide my tongue around his glans, sucking a little, Now perform the movements through your mouth and gently squeeze the testicles with your hand. Tonio moans softly and I let his penis penetrate my mouth a little deeper. After a while, I often switch between pumping hand movements and my mouth, Tonio puts his hand on my head and sighs "Yes, Anita, just a little longer, then I'll feel it right away". Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen. then I'll be fine." Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen. then I'll be fine." Again, I take over what is happening with my hand and continue to increase the pressure and speed until finally Tonio sighs deeply and pours himself over my hand and his abdomen.
While I clean Tonio with some paper towels, he leans back, now completely relaxed. "That was indescribably beautiful, Anita, now I owe you a lot! But give me some time to recover!”
“Don't worry, my friend, we have all the time in the world and I will still collect your debt…!”
Dusk has meanwhile given way to night, the birds have fallen silent and have retreated to their sleeping trees, the silence is only occasionally broken by the voices of the night.
"Come on Tonio, let's go to bed too, we're more comfortable there and we can continue to be there for each other!"
On the way into the bedroom we hang our bathrobes over a chair and lie down naked on one of the two beds. I immediately snuggle up close to Tonio to feel his body and his warmth and it doesn't take long for the duvet to be comfortably warm. For some time we lie in a close embrace and silently enjoy the presence of the other. Finally, while I'm just lost in my thoughts, Tonio stirs,
"Anita, dearest, that was so nice earlier, you shouldn't go away empty-handed! I would like to spoil your orchid like you spoil me!"
He's so cute when he talks like that! He knows I despise the vulgar and repugnant expressions from the deepest gutter that are commonly used to describe private parts, especially the female part, and sex in general. Sex, love and one's own body are something so precious that I can't understand how one could denigrate them with such primitive and vulgar terms. I prefer to stick with the anatomically correct designations, or if that is inappropriate, with imaginative paraphrases and synonyms. Luckily Tonio isn't up for dirty talking either, so he came up with the term orchid as a synonym for my vulva.
"Nothing would please me more, you know that. Are you fit again?”
Without answering, Tonio begins with an intense French kiss me, and himself, to get in the mood for a long and emotional foreplay. I have to count myself really fortunate that Tonio is completely on the same wavelength as me in this respect, which is best described in one of the most beautiful songs of the Pointer Sisters: '... if it comes to love, I want a slow hand, I want a lover with the easy touch...' All sex guides written could be replaced by this song, it expresses everything that is important to me in sex.
Tonio caresses and kisses me with loving devotion, as I have often experienced with him and plays on my body like an instrument. Just like a well-tuned instrument, it makes me vibrate effortlessly. As he descends with his kisses and caresses, I open myself up to him and spread my legs, willingly allowing him access to my "orchid," as he affectionately calls my vulva. Lying between my legs, he gently caresses my thighs, sliding the tip of his tongue along my groins, tickling me and arousing me even more. As he blows lightly over my labia and clit, which are already fully blossomed and wet, I'm completely blown away. I pull his head closer lift my pelvis towards him and finally feel his tongue sliding along my cleft and labia and circling my clitoris. I lie here and enjoy the play of his tongue on my clitoris, his saliva mixes with my wetness. I love it when I feel Tonio deep inside me when I orgasm, so I whisper to him as I feel my arousal peaking,
"Come on Tonio, take me, I want to feel your masculinity".
Without further delay, Tonio slides back up to me, covers my face with kisses and starts opening my labia with his penis.
"Yes, come on, push me! Hard , deep …”
I have hardly asked him to do so when I already feel him penetrating me and filling me completely. His movements increase my horniness to the extreme and I accompany his steady, deep thrusts with a soft sigh. My hands rest on his buttocks, I can feel his muscles play with every thrust and control his rhythm.
"Tonio, darling, I love you so much...don't stop, I'm about to..."
With a few more deep and firm thrusts, Tonio brings me to orgasm and I feel like I'm falling into a sea of bliss.
After an extensive aftermath of kissing and caressing, we let ourselves slip into a dreamy twilight sleep, exhausted and tightly embraced.
A few hours have passed and it's deep night when I wake up to the rustling of a dormouse in the roof beams and my urge to urinate. I carefully release myself from the hug so as not to wake Tonio and step quietly out of the hut into the open. The cool night air on my bare skin is pleasant and the meadow in front of me lies quiet and mystical in the pale light of the full moon. I take a few steps through the dewy grass and crouch to relieve myself.
Back in the hut, I watch Tonio for a while, lying naked and covered in bed, in a peaceful sleep. The moonlight coming through the window caresses his body and emphasizes his contours, he lies here in good physical shape but not overly muscular, his penis, which gave me so much satisfaction only a few hours ago, lies limp in his groin. I resist the urge to wake him and lie down next to him, snuggle up to him and go back into his loving embrace as he wakes briefly to a doze and sinks back into dreamland with me.
It's bright morning and the birds are at their morning concert when I wake up again. Tonio is still asleep and I manage to slip out of bed without waking him. I would like to surprise him with breakfast and freshen up beforehand. In front of the hut, naked as I am, I do my morning yoga exercise, the greeting to the sun, step over to the water trough and pour a bucket of water over my body. The cold, even if it always comes as a shock at first, is not uncomfortable for me and awakens my spirits. I just grab a bar of soap and start lathering myself up when an arm grabs me from behind,
"Stop, that's my job!"
"Tonio, you bastard, why are you sneaking up on me like that? You almost scared me to death!”
I punctuate my rebuke with a loving nudge in his ribs with my elbow, but still lean my back against him and surrender myself entirely to his hands. Tonio strokes my body long and tenderly, spreading the soapy foam over my stomach, breasts, bottom and bottom folds. When he lathers my mons pubis with soap and gently slides his middle finger through my cleft, I can already feel the excitement rising in me. The hard body that presses against my butt fold shows me that it's not just me. He slowly penetrates my vagina with his finger and starts massaging my G-spot. I drop the bar of soap demonstratively.
"Oops, the fright made me drop the soap!"
"Then you'll have to bend down for it!" I hear Tonio say with a suppressed laughter in his voice.
I throw a challenging look over my shoulder at Tonio, lean forward and support myself with my legs slightly apart on the water trough.
His hands are all over my body, gliding very easily over my skin through the lather and penetrating the most intimate places where they inevitably arouse my desire. From behind, Tonio strokes my column several times and finally lands on my anus with his middle finger. Slowly and with circular movements, he begins to massage my rosette and, when he does not experience any rejection from me, penetrates very slowly and carefully with the tip of his finger.
"Do you like that?" asks Tonio, ready to react immediately to a possible refusal.
"Yes, very much!" Encouraged by my agreement and relieved by the lather, his finger slowly slides into my anus, just a little bit at a time, to give me the opportunity to completely relax and take him in until he's finally full in it is ... with me. His slow movements send pleasant waves of pleasure into my abdomen, I reach back and get hold of his excited, hard penis,
"You, I have another option ready for you!"
"I didn't miss that," I hear his answer and I can already feel how his glans divides my labia and he penetrates me quickly and deeply from behind. With his finger still in my bottom, I feel the thrusts even more intensely than usual. To finish, I reach between my legs from the front and start massaging my clitoris, just like masturbating, which I still enjoy doing when I do alone and Tonio is not with me. On these occasions I let my imagination run wild, but ever since I've slept with Tonio I've always had his face in my mind's eye.
The orgasm comes quickly and violently, my knees almost went weak and buckled, Tonio has also come to his satisfaction and now we both lie naked in a soft meadow bed, as always, in a close embrace and let the sun warm us.
The sun is already high in the sky, the calm is only emphasized by the chirping of some crickets when I toast Tonio,
"We should get dressed, we'll have visitors soon!"
"How do you know that? Are you a fortune teller?
"Do you hear that hoarse rattling back in the woods? These are the jays, the most reliable alarm system in the forest. They don't miss a movement!"
We go to the cabin and quickly put on some pants and t-shirts. Not a second too early, when we step out again, my uncle Johann is already approaching the hut.
"Good morning you two! Am I inconvenient?"
"Hello Johann, no, we've been told you from afar and we just wanted to make ourselves a late breakfast." Of course I'd still very much like to hug Tonio naked for a while spent, but I'm happy to see my uncle again.
"Yes, the jays, you can't escape them!"
While Johann is chatting with Tonio, I quickly prepare breakfast. I don't miss his mischievous look and the barely concealed smile at the corner of his eye as he notices the unused bed through the open door.
"Well, then I don't want to bother you any further" he says goodbye "and if you want to go up to the Speckbauer Alm today, don't be disappointed, the Almabtrieb was a few days ago. But you know how nice it is up there alone!”
Alone again, I explain to Tonio what our planned hiking route and destination look like, while we pack everything we need into our backpacks.
"On the Speckbauer Alm you have a wonderful view of the landscape, on the meadows you will find different types of orchids everywhere, native orchids, as you know, and I also know a place where we could find the checkered flower and the yellow lady's slipper. I'm just afraid it's too late in the year for that.
But, if you're good to me, I'll show you a very rare orchid up there in the hay, which blooms in secret just for you..."
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