The Chalet Session

The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows across the timber walls, but I couldn't look away from the curve of her. Maya, my client for the last six months, had traded her usual gym leggings for a pair of impossibly tight hiking shorts, and the sight of her ass, round and firm, was undoing every professional boundary I had. The chalet was supposed to be a reward for her progress, a weekend of training and fresh air. I hadn't accounted for the way the altitude would thin my resolve.

"Okay, Marcus," she said, turning to face me with a grin. "Show me what a real mountain workout looks like."

I laughed, trying to keep my voice steady. "We start with squats. Form first."

She bent her knees, sinking down, and the fabric of those shorts stretched taut over her skin. I could see the precise definition of her glutes, the way they flexed with the movement. My mouth went dry.

"Lower," I instructed, my voice a little rough. "Push your hips back."

She did, and the view was indecent. I stepped behind her, placing my hands on her hips to correct her posture. The contact was electric, a jolt that went straight to my cock. She felt it, I knew, because she let out a soft, shaky breath.

"Like this?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Perfect," I managed.

She held the position, and I couldn't help myself. My hands slid down, cupping the swell of her ass. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back into my touch.

"Marcus," she whispered, a question in her voice.

I answered by squeezing, feeling the firm, round flesh yield under my fingers. She moaned, low in her throat. That was all the permission I needed. I spun her around, my mouth crashing onto hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, all teeth and tongue. She tasted like mint and mountain air, and she clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"Been thinking about this for weeks," she breathed against my lips. "Thinking about you, about your hands."

My hands were already moving, sliding under the hem of her shirt, finding the smooth, hot skin of her waist. I pulled her closer, feeling the hard points of her nipples against my chest. I broke the kiss, pushing her gently back onto the sheepskin rug in front of the fire.

"Let me see you," I said, my voice thick with want.

She peeled off her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her tits. I reached behind her, unclipping it with one hand, and let it fall. Her breasts were perfect, full and tipped with dark pink nipples that were already hard. I took one in my mouth, sucking and licking, while my hand found her other breast, thumbing the nipple. She arched into me, moaning.

"Marcus, please," she gasped.

I didn't rush. I kissed my way down her stomach, over her hipbone, until I reached the waistband of those fucking shorts. I hooked my fingers under the fabric and pulled them down, along with her panties. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the firelight. I knelt between her legs, spreading them wide.

"God, you're beautiful," I said, and I meant it.

I leaned in, my tongue finding her clit. She cried out, her hands grabbing my hair. I licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her, then faster, harder, circling and flicking until her thighs were trembling around my head.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, don't stop."

I didn't. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tight, hot walls clench around them. She was so close, and I could feel it. I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside her, and she shattered, her body convulsing as she came with a scream that echoed off the wooden walls.

I crawled up her body, my cock aching and hard. I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes," she said, pulling me down.

I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt. She was so wet, so tight, and the heat of her was overwhelming. I started to move, slow and deep, watching her face as I fucked her. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open, and she was moaning my name.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder."

I grabbed her hips, turning her over onto her stomach. I pulled her ass up, that magnificent ass, and drove into her from behind. The slap of my hips against her skin filled the room. She was pushing back, meeting every thrust, her pussy gripping my cock like a fist.

"God, your ass," I groaned, my hands full of her. "It's fucking incredible."

She laughed, a breathless sound. "Fuck me like you mean it, trainer."

I did. I pounded into her, lost in the feeling of her, the sound of our bodies, the smell of sex and sweat and wood smoke. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing her in time with my thrusts.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Don't stop. I'm going to come."

"Come for me," I growled.

She did, her body shuddering around me, and that was all it took. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my cum. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard, slick with sweat.

For a long moment, there was only the crackle of the fire and our ragged breath. She turned her head, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Best. Training. Session. Ever," she said.

I laughed, kissing the back of her neck. "We're not done yet," I said, my hands already moving to her ass again. "We have all weekend."

CATEGORIES: [Booty, Fitness, In the Mountains, Trainer, Rough sex]