The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
I followed his lead and his gorgeous nude backside. The moonlight gave him yet another aura that I had not seen.
Before I knew it Jason was standing in front of a log cabin. It could not have been very old. The logs were clean and varnished. They had not been discolored by years of sun. We proceeded up a few stairs and through the front door. Jason flipped the light switch to reveal a cute and clean interior. There were a few chairs, a table and a door that opened to a bedroom. Jason grabbed a beach towel that had been thrown across the top of one of the chairs. He took it and covered my naked and shivering body.
“There are fresh towels and a hot shower in the bedroom.” He continued “Why don’t you get warmed up while I put on a pot of hot coffee?”
He was putting on his clothes over his wet body as he spoke.