Stranded in the Snow

The moment I saw her thumb out on the icy mountain road, my cock twitched against my thigh. Lena stood there shivering in tight black leggings and a cropped hoodie that clung to her sweat-damp sports bra, her firm tits rising with each ragged breath. I pulled my jeep over in a spray of gravel, heart already hammering. She was my client, the one I trained three times a week back in the city, and now we were both stuck up here after her car died two miles from the chalet.

"Coach Ryan, thank fuck," Lena gasped, climbing in fast. Her scent hit me instantly — clean sweat, vanilla lotion, and pure heat. "My battery's dead. Phone's dead. Everything's dead except me freezing my ass off."

I grinned, eyes sliding over the way her leggings hugged every curve of her juicy ass as she settled in. "Lucky I decided to check the chalet before the storm. Buckle up. We're two minutes from the cabin."

Inside the mountain chalet the fire roared to life while wind howled outside. Lena peeled off her wet hoodie, revealing a sports bra that barely contained her full breasts, nipples stiff from the cold. Tension crackled between us thicker than the logs burning. We'd flirted at the gym for months — her bending over during squats while I spotted her, my hands brushing her hips. Now we were alone.

"Ryan..." she whispered, stepping close enough that her breath warmed my neck. "I've wanted this for so long."

Her hand slid down my chest, straight to the hard bulge in my jeans. I groaned and pulled her against me, kissing her deep, tongues sliding hot and urgent. She tasted like mint gum and pure need. In seconds I had her leggings yanked to her knees, fingers finding her shaved pussy already slick.

"Fuck, you're soaked," I growled against her mouth.

Lena moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Been wet since I saw your jeep. Touch my clit... yes, right there."

I circled her swollen clit with two fingers while she fumbled my zipper open. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. She dropped to her knees on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, eyes locked on mine as she took me into her warm mouth.

"God, your cock is so big," she murmured, licking a fat stripe up the underside before swallowing half of it. Wet sucking sounds filled the chalet. I tangled my fingers in her ponytail, guiding her deeper until her nose pressed against my abs. She gagged softly but kept going, saliva dripping down my balls.

I couldn't wait. Pulling her up, I spun her around and bent her over the wooden dining table. Her juicy ass jutted out perfectly, leggings still tangled at her ankles. I rubbed my cockhead along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance.

"Put it in me, Ryan. Fuck your client like you've wanted to."

With one hard thrust I buried myself balls-deep in her tight pussy. She cried out, gripping the table edge as I started pounding her. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the crackling fire. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky.

"Harder... oh shit, yes, stretch me," Lena begged, pushing back to meet every stroke. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her deep, feeling her tremble.

She came first, pussy spasming wildly, a gush of wetness coating my cock. "I'm cumming... fuck, Ryan!"

I didn't stop. Flipping her onto her back on the table, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove in again. This angle let me hit her G-spot perfectly. Her tits bounced free from the sports bra as I slammed into her, watching her face twist in pleasure.

"Fill me up," she panted, nails digging into my arms. "I want your cum deep inside."

My balls tightened. With a deep groan I thrust one last time, burying myself to the hilt as thick ropes of cum flooded her pulsing pussy. She milked every drop, her own second orgasm ripping through her, juices mixing with mine and dripping down her ass onto the table.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat-slick bodies pressed close. Outside the snow piled higher, trapping us for the night. Lena traced lazy circles on my chest, a wicked smile on her lips.

"Guess my car trouble was the best thing that happened all year."

I kissed her forehead, already feeling my cock stir again against her thigh. "Storm's not letting up anytime soon. Think you can handle another training session?"

She laughed softly, reaching down to stroke me back to full hardness. "Coach, I'm counting on it."