Reunion at the Chalet

The smell of wet wool and pine resin hit my nostrils the second I stepped through the door of the mountain chalet. My heart lurched when I saw him. Tall, tanned, with those same sharp cheekbones that had driven me crazy on the coast of Thailand. The dive instructor. Mark.

"No fucking way…" I breathed out, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. "You?"

He stood by the fireplace, a mug of mulled wine in his hands. His eyes darkened as his gaze slid over my rain-soaked sweater, clinging to my tits.

"Lena… Holy shit. How long? Five? Six?"

"Seven," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from his strong hands. My fingers instinctively reached up to fix my hair, and I caught him watching the movement. The air between us turned thick, heavy.

We were alone. The tour group was stuck down below because of a landslide, and Mark and I had accidentally arrived at this little chalet ahead of everyone. The door clicked shut softly behind me.

"You're still the same…" he stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. "Just hungrier eyes."

I felt my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric. The desire I'd been crushing for all those years ignited in an instant.

"Don't look at me like that, Mark… Or I won't be able to hold back."

"Maybe you shouldn't hold back?" His palm touched my cheek, his thumb tracing along my bottom lip. My skin burned. "I remember how you looked at me underwater. How you trembled when I adjusted your fins."

I grabbed his wrist, but I didn't push him away. I pulled him closer.

"Back then we were practically strangers. But now…"

"Now I want you so bad I'd fuck you right here by this fireplace," he rasped.

The words shredded my last inhibitions. I reached for him, and our mouths met hungrily, wetly. His tongue pushed deep immediately, teasing mine. Mark's hands slid under my sweater, gripping my bare waist. His skin was hot, slightly rough from sun and salt.

"Take this off," he whispered against my lips, pulling the sweater over my head. My tits sprang free, nipples hard, aching for his touch. He bent down and took one in his mouth immediately, sucking hard. I moaned, digging my fingers into his hair.

"Mark… yes… harder…"

He dropped to his knees, peeling off my wet jeans along with my panties. I stood before him completely naked, trembling. His breath scorched the inside of my thigh.

"God, you're already so wet…" he ran his fingers along my folds, spreading them. "Dripping for me."

I didn't have time to answer before his tongue hit my clit. Slowly, in circles, then harder. Two fingers slid into me easily, deep. I arched back, pressing against the wooden wall.

"Oh god… don't stop…"

He fucked me with his fingers faster and faster, his tongue working without mercy. The first orgasm crashed over me out of nowhere, and I screamed, clamping my thighs around his head. My legs shook.

Mark stood up, his eyes wild. He stripped off his clothes quickly. His cock stood rock hard, thick, with a swollen head. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse.

"I want you inside me," I breathed. "Now."

He spun me around to face the big wooden table, bent me over. I spread my legs, feeling him press the head against my slick slit.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered, pushing in just a couple of inches.

"Fuck me, Mark… deep…"

He slammed in hard, all the way to the hilt. I cried out at the fullness. He started moving, slow at first, letting me adjust to his size, then faster and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. His hands gripped my hips tight.

"So tight… so fucking hot…" he growled. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long."

I pushed back, meeting every thrust. He changed position, lifting me up and seating me on the edge of the table. My legs wrapped around his waist. Now we stared into each other's eyes as he drove in again and again. His cock rubbed against the most sensitive spot inside me.

"I'm gonna come again…" I moaned.

"Come on my cock, Lena. I want to feel you squeezing me."

The orgasm hit like a tidal wave. I screamed, my nails digging into his back. Mark sped up, his breathing ragged.

"I'm… I'm close too…"

He pulled out abruptly and came on my stomach and tits in thick, hot ropes. I watched the cum slide down my skin, unable to stop smiling.

We were both gasping for air. Mark grabbed a soft towel and carefully wiped me down. Then he pulled me into his arms, holding me close.

"Seven years… and it's like yesterday," he said quietly, kissing my temple.

I laughed, feeling an incredible lightness in my chest.

"Only this time, I know I'm not letting you go so easily. Even if I have to wait another seven years."

He grinned, pressing me tighter against his warm body. Outside, the rain kept pouring, but inside the chalet it was warm, cozy, and very, very wet.