An Old Love

By Kayla Muller

If you're looking for a story that will tug at your heartstrings, "An old love" is the perfect read for you. Follow the journey of Kristi and her struggle to accept her true self. Despite trying to deny her feelings for years, she finally comes to terms with the fact that she's always been a lesbian - and her love never wavered. 

This is a must-read for anyone who has ever experienced the joys and pains of love. 
 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Jaime
• Release date: Mar 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215106969

Book preview

E:\1.Sach\080323\dang lam\37\38-6.jpg

Table of Contents

A hot hike in the mountains

Party differently

Camping hot & uninhibited

A Bella Italia adventure

Adventures on the high seas

Fantasy Island

An old love on the Adriatic

Adventure in Australian

Van Life

An adventure in Bali

A tattoo - the tender pain

Ocean blue

An Old Love

Author: Kayla Muller

A hot hike in the mountains

I 'll kill him. Marie heard her sister laughing through the smartphone, which increased her anger. Sandra could really be really exhausting sometimes. But luckily, Sandra didn't make fun of her for long.

What did he do?

Seriously? Do you really want me to tell you everything?

But you're only gone for almost three hours.

Yes, three hours. And in the beginning everything had been good and it promised to be a nice trip. The children with Sandra, who was vacationing with them, and Marie and Paul could do something just for two in peace and quiet, something the children would never have wanted to do anyway. And so they stood in front of the beautiful mountain and looked up, the mountain that they wanted to go out in the next few hours and then enjoy the view from the top. Later they would take one of the last gondolas and go back down.

This sounded wonderful as they had both done this a lot when they were young. Just being in nature, sleeping in tents, across country, up mountains, those were wonderful times. Then the children came and as long as she could carry them on her back, everything was fine. But now they were bigger and preferred to spend all day at the beach or swimming pool and saw mountain hikes as something older people did.

older. Thirty-five wasn't old after all. Marie's mother certainly didn't look as good as her daughters at thirty-five. Thirty-five sounded older than Marie felt. And she certainly didn't look thirty-five, more like late twenties or something.

Her breasts were still large, round and firm. And that despite or maybe because she had breastfed her children. They hadn't really succumbed to gravity until now, which is why Marie likes to do without a bra, especially on vacation, after all Paul loved the sight of her nipples showing under her tank top. And he loved her bottom, her tight ass, as he called it and to which this name also fitted. As the saying goes: an ass for cracking nuts, even if she didn't want to crack Paul's nuts when they slapped her buttocks rhythmically again.

Marie's legs were still long, supple and smooth. That was probably really because she had always moved a lot and was not averse to sports. Everything had definitely gotten wider over time, rounder, stronger, but also much more feminine, so that Marie felt very comfortable in her own skin. And so, in her still fit body, she was easily able to outperform Paul on the ascent.

Marie hadn't looked back and cursed her husband for not being able to fully enjoy the truly beautiful landscape that was presented to her everywhere. She was walking through a herd of goats that seemed to be living freely here, which of course wasn't the case. Even the cows, which could be seen a little higher up, were not wild animals, but very much belonged to a farm.

The sight was glorious and reminded Marie once more why she loved this area so much. At the moment she had to remind herself that she actually loved her husband too. Recently, Paul has found it easier and easier to drive her mad and make her naturally tanned face really blush.

How angry are you at him? Sandra wanted to know.

Marie snorted. On a scale of 1 to 10? A good 12.

Sandra laughed. Typical my sister, you're exaggerating. But ok that you're so angry is actually a good thing.

Marie frowned in confusion. How come?

Anger fucks good.

Ah, that was typically her sister. She's always had a loose mouth, spoke as her beak grew and really didn't mince her words, yes, she enjoyed it when she shocked just about everyone. Marie was different. Maybe she thought the same thing, but she didn't say it.

What's that supposed to mean again?, she wanted to know from her sister and expected another suggestive version, which she already knew from her.

Anger is a very strong emotion that demands you push yourself with all your might. You can use that power to fuck really hard.

Marie closed her eyes. You're not seriously suggesting that I should go with Paul... Marie hesitated at the last obvious word, but as always she could rely on her sister.

... fuck. Yes, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. Look at it this way: you have the choice to be upset with him all the time or channel all your negative energy and drive him blind and blind. Lord, you are traveling alone. Did you really just want to hike up the mountain? Seriously? How disappointing.

Marie said nothing about it. She had to admit that she actually hadn't thought to take advantage of the situation and the environment. Maybe she wasn't the young-at-heart thirty-five she'd always thought she was. A pretty sobering realization.

Are you still there? Sandra asked.

Yes, Marie replied grumpily. I honestly have to say that I don't feel like hitting the bushes with Paul right now and rolling around on the hard ground with some cows watching us or even suddenly appearing tourists.

I thought so. It's good that you have me.

Marie frowned again. What does this mean?

That it was not without reason that I volunteered to stay here with the children. I planned it While I didn't intend that you couldn't be left alone for an hour without arguing, the result is the same. She paused for a moment before continuing. Do you see a small hut to the right? It should be visible on a ledge. Small, inviting, romantic.

Marie looked around. Then she saw it. It was a shack, unmistakable, of local construction.

Yes, I see her.

Very good. Go there now and see that your husband will follow you, for I have not reserved the hut for you alone.

You have something?

Yes, reserved. Because that's what you have to do in this love hut.

Love Hut?

Yes, of couse. Unfortunately nobody wanted to call it Fickhütte, even if that would have been a more appropriate expression, because that's what it's there for. Couples come there to really let it rip in the heavenly ambience. And so that there are no double bookings, you actually have to reserve it in advance. I don't know how it was before, but it's probably similar. However. I rented the cabin for you guys. You can find the key in the niche to the right of the door. I've been told you'll have to fumble around there.

Marie looked at the hut, which was no different from the others that one usually saw. She certainly didn't look like a den of vice.

And someone goes up there every day and checks that?

No. It all boils down to the fact that those who use them all show solidarity, i.e. you leave the hut as you found it. It's basically an old, refurbished stable. There is only running water from the small stream that flows nearby, and a romantic outhouse outside serves as a toilet. You don’t have to pay, but you have to honor it.

Marie stopped, looked at the hut, then down where she recognized Paul.

I don't know.

But I know. Right now you should get it on each other. Give it to him properly. And you have enough time for that. The cabin is yours today until noon tomorrow. Someone will bring you food tonight, discreetly of course.

What? But we can't stay here overnight.

Sandra laughed. And how you can do that. And tomorrow you will continue the tour as planned. The children are taken care of and are certainly happy to spend a lot of time with their great aunt. Svenja has a lot of questions about where the children really come from and stuff like that. Luckily I have plenty of visuals with me. Well, the protagonists are all female. Anyway, it's also important to learn how your aunt does it in contrast to mom and dad.

Woe!

Sandra laughed. Ah, I also have the director's cut of Women do it by themself here. I think it's never too early for my nieces to learn how to masturbate well.

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare not accept my gift. I want to know everything exactly and I'll hear if you're lying. I love you.

With that she hung up, leaving her sister no opportunity to reply.

Marie didn't call back. She knew her sister wouldn't answer, at least not until the next morning. Sandra would probably even write her some dirty message, but until then there would be a break in transmission.

Marie put the smartphone away and took a deep breath. Well fabulous. So her sister had already planned her and Paul's sex in advance. Something that would actually have been Marie's job. Thirty-five. So it was already so far.

When she was younger, Marie would certainly have known about this hut, definitely even. And now? Now she thought about how nice it is to climb the mountain, something even families with young children and pensioners would be able to do, to sit on a bench and enjoy the view and take a selfie. There was no sex. It was poor.

She looked at the cabin again, then at Paul. Damn. She was still pissed off at him. But Sandra had managed to be even more angry with herself. Because they hadn't had that idea, because it was really good. Something she would have done when she was young. Something that reminded her of her youth and would prove that her youth wasn't quite over yet, that she could at least relive it in moments.

Marie waited until Paul was there. Just the way he looked at her was enough to make her angry again.

Shut up and follow me, she said simply, turned around and walked towards the path that branched off the main path and led directly to the hut. She hoped he didn't say anything, otherwise she would have changed her mind. But actually she could count on Paul for that, because when she was angry with him he always became very silent, which of course made her even angrier. In this situation, however, it was probably the right thing to do.

When they reached the hut, Marie was struck by how beautiful it was. Someone was taking care of it, obviously. One could only guess that it was a former stable, perhaps a small emergency shelter. It almost had something of those beautiful, but somehow also kitschy peasant cribs, which, given the thought of what was supposed to be happening in this hut, didn't quite fit or even had something blasphemous about it, but which was also charming, as Marie had to admit.

Really nice, Paul said, saying his first words in what felt like an eternity. Marie ignored them and searched the door frame for the alcove. As she did so, she noticed that the wood had been scratched with names and dates, some fresh, some clearly old. And not only in the door frames, but also in the supporting beams, almost everywhere. It had to be hundreds of names and dates, unbelievable. And arousing.

Marie didn't know why, but the realization that everything her sister had said about this cabin was true excited her. She felt that unmistakable tug in her lap, which was noticeably getting hotter.

When Marie found the niche and fished out the key, Paul just looked at her blankly.

How did you know it was there? Then he looked around. We can't just go in there like that.

Marie just looked at him with sparkling eyes, then she went inside. First Paul hesitated, then he followed her.

The interior was truly as Marie had imagined. Everything consisted of a room where beams supported the building and the roof. There was also a small attic that could be reached with a ladder. Otherwise there were boxes, a table and two chairs and a bench on which numerous blankets were neatly laid, and some flashlights.

Marie smiled, then took off her backpack and tossed it aside almost carelessly, then turned to Paul. He still seemed confused.

Are you going to stay here?

However. And all night long. And now I urge you to shut up.

With that she took a step towards him and kissed him. Kissed him with anger, but also with passion. Yes, she was still angry with him, very angry. But now she wanted to have sex with him and vent all her anger in the process.

Already she broke away from him and vigorously pulled down his backpack to unbutton his shirt directly. It had been a long time since she had desired him like this, his body, everything.

Paul was almost a year older than her and time hadn't left his mark either. He was still athletic, but everything had become a little bit more for him too. His legs are wider, his beard is fuller and his curly brown hair is no longer as colorful as it used to be. And his stomach, well, the six pack was now under a visible layer that had grown over it.

Paul was very probably surprised what was happening here, but said nothing when Marie almost tore his shirt off his body and then also angrily opened his pants. But it became all too clear to her that her activism had an effect on him when she pulled down his pants.

Marie wanted to smile at the sight, but held back. Instead, she got on her knees and helped Paul completely out of his pants and shoes before she looked at him and put her right hand around his fully aroused member to massage it gently at first, then more and more energetically. It felt so good in her hand, hard and soft at the same time, like its skin was velvet there and a single hard muscle underneath.

Paul grunted. He certainly hadn't intended to and actually he didn't do such a thing, but now, given the situation, he couldn't help it. Marie smiled to herself, continued to look into his eyes and put her lips around his bulging glans to massage it and then to caress it with the tip of her tongue.

Paul held