The wood cutter

Looking on the net your looking for a place you can hide away from everything and everybody, not abroad, not to far but just an escape, 'plng', your phone brings up the perfect place, a log cabin in woods so deep you could loose yourself for ever, you book it and count the days for your break. The drive is long but you know it's worth it, a year full of crap, broken and torn relationship, moving house and even your job. As you book in the guy gives you instructions, not what to do and do, your cabin is in the middle of no where so you have to be careful, it's safe and secure, a phone for emergencies but thats it, perfect you think. As you drive tthrough the woods other cabins are lit, it's getting dark, you make your way along the tiny road all marked out, looking for cabin 22. As you get there a tiny light shows your number, tired and hot you open the door, it's warm and cosy, you think it's cute, you smile as you close the door, lock it and put your bag down, looking around a big bed, open fire, kitchenette, perfect!, you strip and lay inside the big fluffy bed and go to sleep. The next morning you wake, unpack and look around, inside and out, theres a big hot tub, it needs champagne you think, after a while and alot of chillig you go off to buy some, the nights come in so fast in the woods you dont want to miss a thing. Getting back and armed with 2 bottles you shower, put on your bikini, white dressing gown and go outside, the cold makes your nipples erect, turn on the tub, dropping your gown and jump in, bottle in one hand, glass in the other pouring yourself a drink, bottle down and time to clear your heavy mind, eyes shut and everthing that has giving you a bad time seems to start to disapear, as you drift off you hear a noise, it's dark but the noise like a choopping sound is nice, almost like a drum beat, chop, chop, chop, it sounds almost sexy, sensual, your other hand is moving towards your large breasts, nipples hard and wanting to be played with, hand moves down, tummy, then thighs, the bubbles around you playing games against your soft skin, soothing you, fingers now playing, your clit hard, wanting more than you can give, the noise stops, quiet, you don't care, your in extacy, playing, mind now clear, wanting to cum, then you feel it, two rough hands, hands that have worked all thier lives, cold but warm, moving around your neck, down your body, playing with you, teasing your very soul, a feelling you have never felt, eyes still shut, you explode, cum like you never have, panting, trying to catch you breath, then relax, open your eyes, one hand still holding your glass the other above your head, what was that you may never know but oh my, it was good. The next day you ask the guy on the entrance about what you heard, 'Thats jake, he built some of the cabins here, comes back from time to time, they say he helps out but he has been gone for years, cutting a tree down it fell the wrong way and, well you can imagine' the guy explains, your in shock but feel so  good, mind clear and body tingling still you drive off. That night you do the same thing, shower, bikini, hot tub and champagne, lay back and close your eyes, chop, chop chop, you smile and wait for your wood cutter.