A rambling B&B in the mountains, a quiet weekend away on her own, just the thing to unwind and refresh. Tucked away at the end of a long driveway, a federation style homestead that had been converted into holiday accommodation. Unpacked and strolling the grounds, Pam, immersed herself in the serenity of the forest. The stillness of the afternoon was eventually broken by the sound of a car approaching along the gravel driveway. Partly obscured she could just make out the occupants struggling with their luggage. A plain couple, she, with thick rimmed glasses, a plain skirt and a top buttoned up to the neckline. Pam made a mental note; plainness confirmed and the woman did not appear to be wearing makeup. A glimpse of him revealed he was wearing a white collar. A Vicar! A quiet weekend then. Perfect. Manners dictated a brief introduction. They were somewhat awkward, but pleasant enough, although, as she expected, conservative. As night fell, the seclusion and a glass of wine overcame the stresses of life and relaxed, she drifted into a deep sleep. The following morning a chance encounter with the reverend and his wife ended with a plan for a walk along one of the more mountainous trails together. It took longer than anyone had anticipated. She was surprised to find her initial assessment of the vicar and his wife was a little off, as the walk was occasionally interrupted by quick witted banter that revealed Paul and Maria had lived a more worldly existence than first impressions indicated. After an hour or so the sky darkened and it was thought prudent to head back as a summer storm began to envelope the mountain peaks. However the timing of the return was way out and everyone got thoroughly drenched. It was about six in the evening and dark when they stumbled into the summer house around 4 ks from the B&B only to find no power. It took a moment or two to become accustomed to the darkened rooms. Sitting on an old couch shivering in the chilly air, Pam was prompted to say it was far too cold to stay in the wet clothes. She undressed and hung them over the back of chair, relying on the darkness to preserve her modesty. It wasn’t long and the Vicar’s wife, somewhat sheepishly followed, then the Vicar, without a word being spoken, everybody wrapping themselves in the old thread-bare blankets from the bed. The uncomfortable silence was broken when he mentioned that sometimes these mountain huts are stocked with food. A quick search located a small pantry. As it was dark, the three managed to feel their way into the confined space, and by touch, began feel across the shelves for anything that may resemble a can or can opener. Without any room to maneuver, the Vicar’s wife squeezed past Pam in the dark, the movement, causing the blankets to partially unravel. Pam sensing Maria’s body brushing against her back experienced a sensation that was slightly erotic. A moment later she came back and this time she lingered for a few seconds. Maria may have been, a plain dresser, but her conservative approach to fashion hid her natural beauty. She now felt Maria’s belly against her back. Her nipples, now erect, were tiny sharp protrusions slowly moving across her shoulder blades. The scent of stirring passions began to permeate the small pantry, creating a somewhat awkward moment with Pam trying to extricate herself from the situation by fumbling around in the dark for the door. To his surprise the vicar was unable to control his own reaction. He was thankful that it was dark. Without warning Maria moved out of the pantry and went back into the sitting room and peered out of the window. It was quiet except for the sound of the driving rain on the old iron roof. Some tinned food was found along with an opener and a Supper of sorts was served in the half light of the room. A discussion followed on whether to make a run for it back to the main house or spend the night in the summer house, but the prospect of getting through the storm was found to be too daunting at this late hour of the day. A quick look located one quilt, and with the only bed being a somewhat dilapidated king. A discussion followed on how three mature adults could share one bed. Eventually the need to stay warm became the overriding issue. They all climbed tentatively into bed and covered themselves as best they could. It was after 10 and everyone was still awake as they lay in the dark listening to the rain. In the dark the sweet scent of musk enveloped the bed. Pam now embarrassed decided not to move an inch, thankful that neither Paul or Maria could see her blushing. Paul got up and gingerly found his way into the kitchen for a glass of water. Maria had turned to face Pam’s back with her nipples now hard against her. Slowly her hand began a tender movement along her hip and upper thigh. Pam, now overcome with the sensuality of what occurring, surrendered and turned to face Maria. Paul stood there in the dark listening as the sound of their breathing becoming heavier and more rapid. The girl’s faces drew closer to the point where their lips touched, tiny gentle pecks at first. But with each touch of their lips, their pecks turned into kisses that became deeper and longer. Pam was conscious of Paul sliding into bed behind her, although he did not touch her, he lay on his back staring up at the ceiling listening intently to what was happening beside him. His own body now fully hard, and throbbing in time with his pounding heart. Pam kissed Maria. It was a deep passionate kiss that marked the beginning of a journey to a place neither had been before. Her fingers sought out and found Maria’s nipples, her breath deepening and evolving into a tiny moan. With one hand she ran the tips of her fingers down the length of her belly stopping just short of Maria’s pubic area. She took Maria’s breast in her mouth and teased her nipple, now sharp and erect with the tip of her tongue. Her moaning now was quite audible and she raised her hips beckoning Pam’s fingers. When they found her, Maria was wet and ready with anticipation. Her fingers slowly moved between her lips and found the outline of her clitoris, now swollen and covered in her smooth oil. Pam’s fingers glided through her wetness and gently found their way inside her. She moved them in, then withdrew, carefully feeling Maria’s body rise and fall in time with the movement of her hand. Pam was now conscious of Paul having turned, and was stroking her back. His fingers traced the outline of here body, down her back, over her cheeks and up again. Each time, he went a little lower. . As his hand went up again across her lower back she felt the sensation of his hard muscle against her. She could feel him throbbing against her flesh. As her fingers moved inside Maria, she felt the pressure of Paul against her wetness and slowly her body gave way as he tenderly began to enter her. He held himself there for a moment, and then eased himself forward again, this time his entire length was inside her. He remained motionless for a moment before beginning a slow rhythmic movement back and forth, Pam now moving her hips in unison. A low whimpering sound escaping her lips as felt Paul deep inside her. Her fingers now rapidly moving inside Maria, her tongue flicking the tips of her nipples. Maria’s scream seemed to come from nowhere accompanied by a violent thrusting of her hips against her hand, then long shallow breaths as she came down from the intense pleasure that had washed over her. The sound of his wife’s climax brought an equal reaction from Paul. His whole body stiffened and as he groaned, Pam felt him convulsing inside her, with each convulsion came a flood of his thick white seed. The convulsions seemed to go on and on before their intensity subsided. Silence returned to the summer house as all three lay soaked in each other. Eventually, Pam got up, searching for the glass of water, as she walked toward the kitchen, she felt the warm thick drops of Paul’s passion gliding down the inside of her thighs. It was midnight, and the three had awoken a deep passion and sense of lust that had yet to be completely satisfied. They all stood in the darkened kitchen and shared the glass of water, stroking and embracing. Maria felt her husband covered in Pam’s smooth wetness as she took them both by the hand and lead them back to bed where they descended into a new unexplored world of pleasure, each unsure of where their journey would end.