We had been going out for sometime, we felt comfortable with each other, like two lifelong friends.  I felt a sense of safety and trust that I had never experienced before with a man.  Safe enough to explore my sensual/sexual side, something I hadn't been prepared to do in the past.

Our anniversary was coming up and I decided that I wanted to plan something a little different other than the traditional candlelit dinner.

I wanted to book a weekend with a difference, something that we would both enjoy, especially given we had very much the same tastes, likes and dislikes.  So I did my research until I found what I deemed to be the perfect, romantic weekend getaway, but with a twist.

I told him to make sure he had his bags packed and that I'd be around to pick him up Friday evening.  The week was busy for us both, it went very quickly; each day I kept thinking about the weekend that was ahead for us, wondering if we would both enjoy ourselves and feel completely relaxed once we got there.

Friday was upon us. I got organised once I got home, showered, changed, packed my sports bag and headed over to my man's home.  He was waiting at the door when I arrived, he walked over to my car threw his gear in the back and we were gone before we had even exchanged hello's.

The place I had chosen was in a country town about 2 hours away from where we both lived.  We talked and laughed as we drove along, and I could tell he was wondering what I had organised.

We turned off the main road and drove along a huge, winding driveway, it was getting dark and you could see lights off in the distance and smoke billowing up from chimney's on different structures.  I pointed and said, "That's ours." He looked over at the building I was referring to. 

It was like a stone cottage, but more luxurious than what you would have expected to find in this setting.   I pulled up out the front and we got out, he walked around to me and held me tight kissing me passionately.  The cottage was overlooking a huge, sparkling lake, the moonlight now casting it's brilliant white light upon the waters surface this all added to the mood of things to come.

He asked for the keys and I said that the door should be open and we could go straight in.  He picked up my bag and we went inside.  The open fire was going and the place had a lovely feel to it.  It was the middle of winter so the warm cozy fireplace was extremely inviting and a welcoming addition to our cottage.

Our bedroom was upstairs, so we both went up and put our bags down.  The spa bath in the bathroom next to our bedroom had already been filled and you could smell the essential oils!  There were two white fluffy robes neatly folded on our bed, which was a beautiful wooden four-poster, it was like something out of a dream.

We got undressed and put the robes on, kissing as we did and laughing.  We went into the bathroom and he pulled me close to him. I could feel his hands inside my robe, slowly caressing my breasts as he continued kissing me.  I felt the tie on the robe loosen as he continued to gently caress my breasts and kiss the sides of