Snowbound Reunion

The moment I stepped into the mountain chalet for the corporate retreat, my stomach flipped. There she was—Lena, my ex from three years ago—leaning over the reception desk in a tight black sweater that hugged her full tits, her ass looking even juicier in those tailored pants. Heat rushed straight to my cock at the sight of her dark hair cascading down her back, the same hair I'd gripped while fucking her senseless back in the day. Tension crackled in the air the second our eyes met across the pine-scented lobby.

"Jake? Holy shit," she breathed, straightening up with a sly smile that said she remembered every dirty thing we'd done. The place was empty except for us; the rest of the team had gone snowshoeing, leaving the two of us to prep the conference room.

"Hey, Lena. Didn't know you'd be here." My voice came out rougher than I meant, already thick with want.

She bit her lip, glancing at the roaring fireplace and the thick rugs. "Guess the universe has jokes. You look... good. Still working that same intense stare."

We barely made it through small talk before the old spark ignited. "I can't stop thinking about how you used to fuck me right after work," she whispered, stepping closer until her breasts brushed my chest. Her hand trailed down my shirt, bold as ever. "Remember bending me over your desk? God, I miss that cock stretching me."

My dick hardened instantly. "Fuck, Lena, you always were a horny slut for it." I pulled her into the dimly lit side office off the main hall, kicking the door shut. Our mouths crashed together, tongues urgent and wet. She tasted like coffee and sin. I shoved her sweater up, freeing those perfect tits, sucking one hard nipple while she moaned and yanked my belt open.

"Oh yes, Jake... suck them harder." Her fingers wrapped around my thick cock, stroking fast. "It's even bigger than I remembered. I need it inside me now."

I spun her around, bending her over the heavy oak desk exactly like old times. Her pants and panties hit her ankles in seconds. That juicy ass glowed in the firelight, her shaved pussy already dripping. I rubbed my cockhead along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she whimpered.

"Stop teasing and fuck me," she begged, pushing back. I thrust in deep, burying every inch in her tight, wet heat. She cried out, gripping the desk edges. "Yes! Just like that... pound my pussy."

The wet slap of skin filled the room as I drove into her, balls deep, over and over. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky. I reached around to rub her swollen clit, feeling her tremble.

"Harder, Jake! Make me cum on your cock." Her voice broke into gasps. I spanked her ass once, loving how it jiggled, then gripped her hips and fucked her faster. The desk creaked. Her moans echoed off the wooden beams.

She came first, pussy pulsing wildly, squirting a little down my balls. "I'm cumming... fuck, I'm cumming so hard!" I didn't stop, riding her through it until her legs shook.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the desk, and spread her thighs wide. Her tits bounced as I slid back in, watching my cock disappear into her glistening pussy. We locked eyes, breathing ragged.

"Fill me up," she panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "I want your cum dripping out of me during the meeting later."

That dirty talk pushed me over. I thrust deep, grinding against her clit, and exploded. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, so much it leaked out around my shaft. She came again right after, milking every drop with rhythmic squeezes.

We stayed locked together, sweaty and panting, the mountain wind howling outside. She kissed me slow, smiling against my lips.

"Think anyone heard?" she whispered, still clenching around me.

"Probably. Worth it." I pulled out slowly, watching my cum trickle from her swollen lips. She reached down, scooped some on her fingers, and licked it clean with a wicked grin.

"Round two after dinner? Your room this time."

"Deal. But next time I'm eating that pussy first until you scream my name."

She laughed softly, pulling her clothes back on with trembling hands. The chalet felt warmer already, our secret burning hotter than the fireplace. The rest of the retreat was going to be one long, delicious tease.