I couldn’t believe my bad luck. Well, I could, actually. I seemed to attract bad luck like a magnet for magnificently misfortunate mis-happenings. It’d plagued me since adolescence and seemed to be strengthening in both severity and frequency these past few years. Today though, it had truly outdone itself. I almost wanted to congratulate the Universe on its unusual form of punishment, so creative and calamitous! Good job! Instead, I did what I always did. Closed my eyes and sighed, resigning myself to my fate, yet again.

I had rented a room at a cabin in the woods. One of those ‘get away from it all and find yourself’ locations in the mountainous forest, surrounded by nothing but the sights and sounds of nature for miles around. It was a 3-bedroomed log cabin, stunningly decorated and self-catered. You could rent a single room or the entire cabin depending on your needs. I probably should have read the fine print a little more carefully however as it clearly stipulated that single room rentals would leave the other rooms available to be rented by other patrons.  Well, duh, obviously. Except it hadn’t been obvious to me, probably because I rented this room on a whim when I couldn’t sleep one stifling summer night a few weeks ago and didn’t properly check all the Ts and Cs.

I’d driven through the winding forest roads for what felt like hours until I turned on to the rough, dirt road that led to my cozy little retreat for the weekend. It was only when I got there and saw another car parked outside that I began to panic. Maybe the owner was here to drop something off, I’d thought, and not-so-secretly hoped.

I’d hopped out of the car and used the code to open the compartment on the side of the building to retrieve the keys to my room and the communal areas and I cautiously unlocked the side door which led to the kitchen. Opening it, I was faced with two men, two tall and very handsome men, staring at me from their places at the kitchen counter.

I gaped for a second before I started to apologise, flustered and trying to retrieve my phone to show them the confirmation email of my stay so they didn’t think I was just some random woman showing up at their property. They looked at each other before turning back to face me with a grin. “It’s ok, darling” the slightly older of the two said as he stood. “We knew there’d likely be someone else here this weekend” he said. “The name’s Daryl, and this is my good friend Edward, but he just likes to go by Ed” he continued, nodding in the direction of his friend, who was eyeing her up and down, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Oh! I didn’t realise there’d be anyone else here” I said, as wrestled to keep my suitcase upright as I scrolled through my confirmation email, which did indeed confirm ‘PLEASE BE AWARE – All other rooms are still available to book by additional parties during your stay. If you wish to upgrade your booking, please contact us at your earliest convenience to avoid disappointment. Please note, when sharing the residence with other patrons, each room has their own individually locked entrance and private bathroom, with both the living room and kitchen areas being shared communal spaces’

“Yep” Daryl continued, “that’s how it works here you see. Me and Ed have been here a few times before so if you want a guide or some recommendations for some of the best hikes, you just let us know” he said with an open smile I couldn’t help but return.

“Well, thanks” I said, still trying to come to terms with the fact I was going to be sharing my quiet, solitary retreat in the woods with two extremely handsome strangers. “I best get unpacked! I said as I dragged my bulky suitcase past the two men and made my way to my room.

I let myself in to my private quarters and it was, to my relief, an exquisitely decorated, large inviting room featuring beautiful, rustic furniture, cosy lighting, a positively decadent en suite and a huge tv. The bed was absolutely enormous and the window looked out on to nothing but the lush greenery of the forest beyond. This was going to be just fine, I assured myself. I’d just keep out of their way and head out for hikes when I felt like it.

I unpacked and settled myself in my room, putting on a movie in the background as I relaxed and dozed on the king-size bed. I was pretty exhausted from the driving and decided I’d just spend the evening in my room. I’d brought snacks and a bottle of water, I’d settle in, relax and unwind before heading out on an adventure tomorrow to get some groceries from the small town a few miles away, and then head out on my very first hike.

As the evening drew in and the impossible darkness of the remote countryside descended like a thick blanket, obscuring all but the faintest sources of light, I reached for the remote to turn off the tv. The movie came to a close, culminating in quite a raunchy sex scene, and I found myself feeling quite turned on. I decided that if I could keep quiet enough so as not to come across as some sex-crazed maniac, I could give myself a quick orgasm before I went to sleep.

My room was illuminated faintly by the fairy lights which were wrapped delicately around the bedframe of my ginormous bed, though the light struggled against the oppressive weight of the darkness of the nighttime, shining weakly in the gloom.

But I didn’t need to see.

I stripped out of my clothes and laid myself down across the plushy, soft bedding, the feeling of the expensive fabric on my skin was to die for.

I rested there just in my panties and bra and closed my eyes, picturing the sex scene I’d just watched as I slid one hand in to the cup of my bra and began gently squeezing my breast, catching my nipple between my index and middle fingers and squeezing and tugging gently.

My breath began to catch as I pictured the woman I’d seen being fucked by her boyfriend from behind, how it would feel to have the same thing happening to me, my back arched and my face pressing against the mattress as I was taken roughly on my knees.

I let out a small involuntary moan as I worked my nipple a little rougher now and snaked my other hand down across my stomach and into the waistband of my panties. I found myself already soaking wet from playing with my tits and fantasizing about being fucked in the way I’d just seen so explicitly on screen.  I ran my fingers through the wetness, ghosting my fingers across my clit just enough to send a jolt though my pussy, an involuntary clenching, and letting another moan escape my lips.

I circled two of my fingers around my wet hole as I moved my other hand over to my other breast and began squeezing and working my nipple in that way I liked so much, and, unable to gently explore myself any longer, I thrust two of my fingers deep inside my pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp from myself as I did so.

I worked the two fingers in and out of my pussy, curling them just enough to hit that spot inside me that made me even wetter. I was getting even more worked up from the wet sounds that crashed through the silence of the room from me fucking myself like this, and the wetness and the indecent sounds only grew as I pounded my two fingers in and out of myself, gasping for breath now as I lost myself to the pleasure.

I took my two, now very drenched fingers out of myself and swapped hands, replacing the hand on my breast with the fingers that were now wet with my own juices - the slight wet, cooling sensation this caused against my nipple as I squeezed it only serving to heighten my pleasure.

I lowered my other hand into my panties and ran it through the wetness, soaking my fingers so they would slip easily over my clit and began to work over it in that side-to-side motion that always made me cum so hard.

I circled my now achingly stiff nipple with my wet fingers and I continued to flick over my clit with my other hand, the building sensations causing me to writhe on top of the sheets, and I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that were trying to break from me.

My mind kept replaying the idea of being fucked, being wrecked by that handsome actor as he fucked me and fucked me before filling me up with his cum as he wrapped an arm around my throat.

The vivid images I was painting were pushing me so close to my orgasm. I worked my fingers even harder and faster, teasing my nipple and flicking wetly over my clit as my legs began to shake. I began to moan a little too loudly now, lost in the haze of lust and desire.

It was at that moment I heard it. An unmistakable creak from the corner of the room. I glanced over and saw the silhouette of a man framed against the faint glow of the dim light leaking through from an adjoining room. He was stood there in silence, unmoving and watching me as I lay there with a hand in my bra and the other one in my panties.

The problem was it was already far too late. I was so worked up, so excited and I’d been working my clit so furiously that I was already starting to cum. I stared at his shadowy form as my legs shook and my face scrunched up as my climax barreled through me. Fuck, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was making myself cum in front of a complete stranger.

I didn’t break my gaze from him as I moaned and bucked through my climax whilst he silently stood there, unmoving, watching me come apart. “I’m… cumming… sorry… I’m sorry” I managed to grit out as I came all over my stilled fingers and whimpered at my lack of control. “Please” I whispered.

As the heady intoxication of my climax began to ease ever so slightly, I noticed him take a step towards me.