Reunion Flames

The moment I saw her step out of the rental car, my cock twitched like it remembered her. Lena. Same sharp cheekbones, same full lips that used to drive me crazy in senior year, but now her body had filled out into dangerous curves—heavy tits straining a tight white sweater, hips that swayed with every crunch of snow under her boots. The mountain chalet loomed behind us, smoke curling from the chimney into the crisp air, but all I could think about was bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her senseless.

"Mark? Holy shit, it's really you." She dropped her bag and pulled me into a hug that pressed those soft tits right against my chest. Her scent—something warm and spicy—hit me hard. "When the reunion group chat said someone had a chalet free for the weekend, I never expected it'd be you... or that we'd be the only two who showed."

"Yeah, storm canceled everyone's flights. Just us." My hands lingered on her waist a second too long. "You look... fuck, Lena. Incredible."

She pulled back, eyes sparkling with the same mischief I remembered. "Flattery already? We haven't even opened the wine." But her gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, and the air between us crackled.

Inside, the fire roared. We shed coats, poured drinks. Two sips in and she was laughing at an old story, head thrown back, throat exposed. I couldn't wait anymore. I set my glass down, stepped close.

"Lena... tell me you feel this too." My voice came out rough.

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing. "I've been wet since I saw you on the porch, Mark. Ten years and you still make me ache."

That was all it took. I grabbed her, mouth crashing into hers. She moaned into the kiss, tongue sliding hot and eager against mine. My hands roamed down, squeezing her juicy ass through her jeans, pulling her tight so she could feel how hard my cock already was.

"God, yes," she gasped when we broke for air. "Touch me. I've wanted your hands on me since prom."

I yanked her sweater up and off. Her bra barely contained those big tits; I freed them, sucking one stiff nipple into my mouth while pinching the other. She arched, fingers tangling in my hair.

"Fuck, that feels good... suck harder."

I did, grazing teeth, making her whimper. My free hand popped her jeans open and slid inside her panties. She was soaked, pussy lips slick and swollen. Two fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles.

"Oh shit... right there." Her hips bucked. "Don't stop, Mark. Make me cum on your fingers first."

I pumped them deeper, curling to hit that spot inside her dripping cunt. Her juices ran down my wrist. She came fast, thighs shaking, crying out my name as her pussy clenched hard around me.

Before she could catch her breath I spun her around, bending her over the thick wooden dining table. I shoved her jeans and panties to her ankles in one rough motion. Her ass was perfect—round, firm, begging to be spanked. I gave it a sharp smack, watching the flesh jiggle.

"Spread for me," I growled.

She did, reaching back to part her cheeks, showing me her glistening pink pussy and tight little anus. "Look how wet you made me. Put that cock in me already. I need it deep."

I freed my throbbing dick, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. No condom, no hesitation. I rubbed the fat head along her slit, teasing her clit, then thrust in hard. Her walls stretched around me, hot and silky.

"Fuuuck," she moaned, pushing back. "You're bigger than I imagined. Fill me up."

I started pounding her, hips slapping loud against her ass. The table creaked. Each thrust made her tits swing, nipples brushing the wood. I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her, feeling her get even wetter.

"Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you own this pussy." Her voice broke on a gasp.

I gave it to her, gripping her hips, driving so deep my balls smacked her clit. She came again, screaming, pussy spasming and milking my cock. I didn't slow down.

Pulling out, I flipped her onto her back on the table, yanked her legs over my shoulders. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted. I slammed back inside her soaked cunt in one stroke.

"Yes! Like that... pound me." She reached down, fingers flying over her clit. "I'm gonna cum again. Don't pull out."

I fucked her relentlessly, watching my thick cock disappear into her shaved pussy over and over. Sweat slicked our skin. Her tits bounced wildly. The wet sounds of her cunt sucking me in filled the chalet.

"Shit, Lena... your pussy is gripping me so tight."

She shattered a third time, back arching, a gush of wetness flooding around my dick. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her pulsing heat. We stayed locked together, panting, my cock twitching with aftershocks.

Later we moved to the rug in front of the fire, her riding me slow and filthy this time, tits in my face while I sucked and bit. She ground her clit against my pelvis until she squirted again, soaking my balls. I flipped her into doggy once more, spanking her ass red while I fucked her from behind until I filled her a second time.

By midnight we lay tangled in damp sheets, her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles on my spent cock.

"Best reunion ever," she whispered, smiling against my skin.

"Next storm can't come soon enough," I answered, already hardening again.