Snowed In With Her Stranger

The moment I saw her walk into the chalet bar, my cock twitched against my jeans. Lena was stunning, mid-thirties, with full lips, dark wavy hair that fell past her shoulders, and a body that curved perfectly under her tight cream sweater and black leggings. Her wedding ring caught the firelight as she slid onto a stool, but the hungry way her eyes lingered on my chest told me she wasn’t thinking about her husband tonight.

“Rough day on the slopes?” I asked, leaning across the polished wood. My name is Marco, and I’ve tended bar at this remote mountain chalet for three winters. Tonight the storm had shut everything down. We were the only two left.

“More like a rough marriage,” she said, voice low and smoky. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Double whiskey, neat. And your name again?”

“Marco.” I poured her drink, letting my fingers brush hers when I slid the glass over. Heat jumped between us. “You’re snowed in till morning, Lena. Just us and the fire.”

She took a slow sip, then licked a drop from her lower lip. “Good. I don’t want to think about him. I want to feel something else tonight.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I vaulted the bar, pulled her off the stool, and crushed my mouth to hers. She moaned into the kiss, hands already tugging at my flannel shirt. We stumbled toward the big leather couch by the hearth, shedding clothes in frantic layers. Her sweater came off first, revealing a lacy black bra barely containing heavy, perfect tits.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growled, palming one breast while I yanked her leggings down. Her panties were soaked. I shoved them aside and slid two fingers straight into her tight, dripping pussy.

Lena gasped, head falling back. “Yes… right there. Finger my married cunt, Marco. Harder.”

Her dirty words made my dick throb. I pumped my fingers fast, curling them against her g-spot while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She bucked against my hand, juices running down my wrist. I dropped to my knees, ripped her panties off completely, and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue licked broad stripes up her slit, then flicked rapidly over her clit.

“Oh god, your mouth… don’t stop,” she panted, fingers twisting in my hair. Her hips rolled, smearing her wetness across my chin. I sucked her clit between my lips and hummed. She came hard, thighs clamping around my head, a sharp cry echoing off the wooden beams.

I stood, cock straining against my boxers. Lena’s eyes widened at the thick outline. She yanked them down, freeing my heavy eight-inch dick. “Jesus, that’s big.” She wrapped both hands around it, stroking firmly. “I need this inside me. Now.”

I sat on the couch and pulled her on top, straddling me. She guided my cock to her entrance and sank down in one slick motion. We both groaned as her hot, velvety pussy swallowed every inch. She was so wet I could hear the obscene squelch with every bounce.

“Ride me, Lena. Fuck your husband’s memory right out of this pussy,” I said, gripping her juicy ass and helping her move.

Her tits bounced in my face as she rode me hard, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every downstroke. “It feels so fucking good… your cock is stretching me so wide. I haven’t been fucked like this in years.”

I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She sped up, slick sounds and her breathy moans filling the room. I felt her pussy flutter and clamp down as another orgasm hit her. Her walls milked my shaft, but I wasn’t done.

I flipped her onto her back on the soft rug in front of the fire, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back in deep. The new angle made her eyes roll back.

“Yes! Pound my married pussy, Marco. Fill me up,” she begged, nails raking down my back.

I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked our skin. The scent of woodsmoke, whiskey, and raw sex hung thick in the air. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

Lena’s third orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy gushed around my cock, soaking my thighs. The sight and feel pushed me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, voice rough.

“Inside me,” she gasped. “Cum in my pussy. Please.”

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot cum pulsed into her married cunt, spurt after spurt until it overflowed and trickled down her ass. We stayed locked together, panting, hearts hammering.

After a minute she laughed softly, tracing a finger over my chest. “My husband thinks I’m stuck at the lodge with girlfriends. Guess the storm gave me exactly what I needed.”

I kissed her swollen lips, already feeling my cock twitch inside her again. “Storm’s not letting up till dawn. We’ve got all night, Lena.”

She squeezed her pussy around me and whispered, “Then fuck me again, bartender. Make me forget everything but this cock.”