How the Forest was Fun

They’d been driving for over an hour in a comfortable silence. Sara’s left hand lay casually on Grissom’s right thigh, her fingers drawing circles on his pants. He glanced at her a few times, admiring her profile and rejoicing in the grin that hadn’t left her face since that morning.

Sara looked ahead, seemingly lost in thought. Grissom could only hope that whatever the weekend held would live up to her expectations. They’d been talking about getting out of town- together- for so long and the day was finally here.

She turned to him, smirking, “Are we there yet?”

He laughed, taking the hand resting on his lap and squeezing it in his, “All good things come to those who wait.”

“Oh, don’t I know it!” she raised an eyebrow at him.

He mirrored her expression before bringing her hand to his lips, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Is that so?” She wiggled her brow before bending over to whisper in his ear, “So just how secluded is this cabin of ours?” Her hand was back on his thigh, she started caressing him, growing bolder with each stroke.

“Sara…” he steadied her hand, his breath quickly becoming strained, “I think you better stop if you want us to get there safe and sound.”

She sat back with a sigh, feigning a pout. “What did the pictures look like?”

“It looked like a cabin.” He shrugged when she rolled her eyes, “Okay so I didn’t actually see any pictures.”

Sara looked at him with wide eyes, “Grissom-”

He cut her off, “I just said that to give you some peace of mind, I’m sorry… It has running water, which was good enough for me.”

He glanced at Sara, disbelief evident on her face. “Besides,” he continued, “It’s not technically ours yet, we’re just renting it with the option to buy. If you don’t like it, we won’t buy it.”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment, “I suppose it doesn’t matter what it looks like, as long as we’re there together.”

“That’s the spirit.” Grissom replied, happy to see that she had recovered her smile.

“Besides”, she said mimicking his tone from earlier, “It’s not like I plan on spending much time indoors…” She lingered on the last word and stared purposefully at Grissom but he appeared to be concentrated on the road ahead.

Suddenly, he swerved making Sara reach for what she liked to call the “holy shit” handle.

“Grissom, what the fu- ”

“I’m sorry, Honey. Are you okay?” He reached over with his right hand briefly to cradle her chin. “I almost missed the damn turn. I’m sorry.” He indicated the drive behind him with a jerk of his head. “It said number 5 on the mailbox, this is it. Look, you can see it through the trees.” Sara followed his stare but all she could make out through the woods was a blurry blue shape.

When they finally arrived at the end of the bumpy driveway, Grissom stopped the car in front of a cottage made of wood shingles painted a bright shade of blue.

Sara echoed Grissom’s thoughts when she asked, “Who paints wood?”

Grissom was already out of the car when she finally unbuckled her seat belt. She slowly made her way to the front door, and found him looking at her expectantly, “So?” he asked.

She looked around taking in the modest sized cabin with its deck that ran from the front all the way to the right side. The outdoor structure had seen better days but the density of the wood surrounding them promised an undeniable privacy that made up for the exterior’s condition.

She broke into a wide smile and drew him into a hug, “Thank you Griss; it's perfect.”

He pushed back slightly, a quizzical look on his face “But you haven’t seen inside yet.”

She tightened her hold on him, bringing his lips to hers, efficiently silencing him with a passionate kiss.

“I don’t need to see inside,” she said when she pulled back, slightly out of breath. “Look at this landscape, it’s beautiful… and isolated,” she added with a wink.

“Should I be scared?” he asked with a crooked grin.

He escaped her grasp before she had time to reply. Digging in his back pocket, he produced a silver key that he dangled in front of her eyes, “You’re not even a tiny bit curious to see what mysteries lie inside?”

He struggled with the doorknob for several seconds before Sara stepped between him and the door, “Can’t open a door, how in the world are you going to survive in the wild?” she laughed, before opening it with a push of her hip.

The door flew open with a screech worthy of a horror movie. The overwhelming smell of mothballs greeted them, causing Sara to cough dramatically before she went on a mission to open every window she could find.

They stood in the middle of the living room, holding hands as they let their eyes wander. The kitchen, an extension of the main room, was small but had the necessary appliances. A second door off the dining area led to the other part of the deck. Two small bedrooms and a tiny bathroom completed the cottage.

“Well…” Sara turned in a circle, taking in the decor, “I haven’t seen those colors since the 80’s” she said pointing to the green stove and yellow refrigerator. She ventured towards the bathroom, “The toilet and the tub are yellow too” she shouted from the small room.

“So it hasn’t be decorated in two decades, it still looks well maintained.” Grissom replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“It does.” She replied as she made her way to the bedrooms. She pointed to the one that had two twin beds. “We even have extra room if we ever need it.” She looked up to him, eyes moist and smile wide.

They’d only recently talked about the possibility of having a family and Sara was touched that he had taken that into consideration.

“Well…yeah, I-,” he was interrupted by Sara bringing him into a passionate embrace. As she sucked slowly on his tongue he moaned into her mouth. She reluctantly pulled back to seek his gaze, “You did good Dr. Grissom, you did very good,” she panted, before resuming her hold on his mouth.

She pushed him backwards toward the front door, amused at the puzzled look on Grissom’s face. “The master bedroom is over there,” he pointed behind her.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” She raised an eyebrow at him and reached for his crotch before he could offer resistance.

Within moments they were outside and Sara led Grissom behind the cabin where a creek ran along an old forgotten shed.

“I wonder what’s in that shed.” Grissom said.

Sara worked herself out of her shirt quickly, “That’s really what you’re wondering about right now?” she asked before throwing her top at him.

She stood nude from the waist up, her hair slightly tousled and motioned for him to follow her as she backed into a tree, “What are you waiting for Gil?”

He quickly undid his own shirt, sending a button flying in the process. His gaze never wavered from Sara’s chest as the shirt met the ground. “If living in the woods doesn’t require you to wear a bra, I think I ‘m going to like this very much.” He cupped one of her breasts as he spoke the last word, making her head bump against the tree.

“Careful, Honey-” he cradled her head, bringing her lips to his, “I wouldn’t want you to injure yourself.” The sound of their kissing blended with the chirping of birds and the chattering of squirrels as they sought each other’s eyes, coming to a silent agreement.

Grissom backed away slightly, giving Sara the chance to turn around and extend her arms against the tree. She stuck her ass out, inviting him to bring his arms around her to undo her pants. He kissed her shoulder blades as his hands expertly brought her pants down below her knees.

“No panties either, Ms Sidle? You’re a very naughty, naughty girl.” he whispered into her neck as he alternately gently spanked and rubbed her rear end. Sara bucked into his hands, voicing her enjoyment with throaty moans.

He let one hand roam up her torso, lingering on her harden nipples while the other one worked at getting his pants and underwear out of the way.

“Grissom, please…want mo-” Sara’s words were coming out in inaudible whimpers. Her panting and deliberate movements against Grissom’s privates were enough to make him momentarily lose his balance and he awkwardly pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

He grabbed Sara’s waist to steady himself and she impatiently grabbed his hand to bring it down to her core. “I need more… please!” she pleaded.

He moved closer, rubbing his cock against her butt while titillating her folds with his fingers. She rotated her pelvis impatiently around his hand, her wetness dripping on his wrist and with a grunt Grissom pushed two fingers deep into her.

“FUCK!” Sara’s voice broke the peace of the forest with several curse words as she ground herself on Grissom’s hand, her nipples stimulated by the extra sensations as the movements caused her breasts to brush against the tree.

Grissom gently removed his fingers, spreading the wetness on her clit. The precum glistening on Sara’s lower back told him that he couldn’t wait much longer. Bringing her ass toward him, he aligned himself at her entrance and she backed out all the way into him releasing an erotic sigh.

Grissom’s moans quickly joined Sara’s obscene cries as he pumped fast and deep into her. He held on to her waist as best as he could, each stroke pushing her forward.

She held on to the tree with one trembling hand and brought the other one tentatively over her head, her fingers finding a way into his mouth. Grissom kept a steady pace sucking on her fingers while bringing one of his hands down to stimulate her clit.

He felt his impending orgasm as Sara’s muscles clenched around him coating his hands with an unbelievable wetness. Her moans pushed him further into the point of no return and he pumped harder and faster into her, arching his back with one last thrust as he came deep inside of her.

They remained still for a moment, their breaths loud and raspy, slowly calming down. He brought his moisture coated fingers to her nipple, causing her whole body to stiffen.

“Are you okay Honey?” he asked, turning her towards him.

Grissom winced at the sight of abrasions on her breasts. His eyes traveled to the bark covered tree, then back to her scratched and bruised chest. “Jesus, Sara!” he placed a gentle kiss on each breast.

“I’m fine, just a little scratched up,” she said her eyes still glazed.

“That’s what you get for not wearing a bra,” he teased.

Sara frowned as she looked down at her bruised chest, “Well, now I definitely won’t be able to wear one.”

“That’s really too bad,” he said gathering her gently in his arms. He kissed the sweat still pearling on her forehead. “Was it worth the pain?”

“Definitely,” she replied with a grin. “I think this cabin will be a wise investment.”

He looked past her, a question on his face.

“What is it?” she asked, twisting her neck around to follow his stare.

“I really wonder what’s in that shed.”