Wedding Hitchhike

The heat inside the massive tent was so brutal even the champagne felt warm. I'd just finished my toast for the maid of honor and was about to sit down when our eyes locked across the table. Her. Lera. My former client I hadn't seen in six years. Her eyes sparked with that same defiant fire from back when she'd sweat through my training sessions. The desire hit me instantly, like someone flipped a switch.

"Whoa, what a surprise," she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers trailed along my arm a beat longer than politeness required. "Coach Max, you're still just as... solid."

"And you're still just as impossible," I replied, her scent—expensive perfume mixed with hot skin—hitting me like a shot. We stood too close. Her tits nearly brushed against my jacket. "Your best friend's wedding, and you look like you came here to seduce someone."

Lera smirked, leaning into my ear. Her breath burned my skin.

"Maybe I did. Just didn't know it'd be you. Six years, Max... and I still hear your commands in my head: 'deeper, Lera, don't stop.'"

Her words hit me below the belt. I grabbed her elbow and pulled her away from the noisy table, into a dim corner of the tent where tall flower arrangements stood. My heart pounded. Her palm was already on my chest, fingers slowly drifting lower.

"You were always so proper during training," she whispered, staring straight into my eyes. "But right now you want me right here, don't you? Say it."

"Yeah," I rasped. "I want to fuck you so hard you're screaming my name again."

We didn't wait. Lera tugged my hand, and we slipped out of the tent into the cool summer night. The wedding roared behind us—music and laughter—while we nearly jogged down the gravel path toward a small grove past the venue. Her car sat there—the same one she used to pull up to training in.

The car was cramped and sweltering. I settled into the back seat, and she immediately straddled me, hitching up her thin dress. Her panties were already soaked. I ran my fingers up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble.

"Max..." she whispered against my lips, "for six years I've imagined you taking me. Not gentle. Rough. Like when you'd push me through those last sets."

I hiked her dress higher, peeled off her panties, and dragged my palm across her smooth, burning pussy. She was dripping wet, fucking desperate. Lera moaned as two of my fingers slid inside her slowly, stretching her open.

"Just like that... deeper," she exhaled, rolling her hips. "Remember how you taught me to breathe properly? Right now I want you to teach me again... only with your cock."

I unzipped my pants. My dick was already rock hard, pulsing. Lera wrapped her hot hand around it, stroking up and down, teasing the head with her thumb.

"Big... just the same. I missed this."

She rose and slowly sank down onto me. We both groaned as her tight, wet cunt swallowed my cock to the hilt. Lera paused for a second, adjusting, then started to move—slow at first, in circles, like she was tasting every moment.

"Oh god, Max... you go so deep," she whimpered into my ear, her voice shaking. "Fuck me... harder... I want to feel you all night."

I grabbed her firm ass and started bouncing her up and down, picking up the pace. The car rocked gently. Sounds—wet squelching, her moans, my heavy breathing—filled the cabin. I'd slow down, nearly pulling out, then slam back in to the base, making Lera cry out.

"Turn around," I ordered hoarsely.

She obediently got on all fours on the seat, arching her back. I entered her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip. The rhythm turned rougher, deeper. Every thrust made her scream into the seat cushion.

"Yes... fuck... fuck your client... I'm your slut tonight," she gasped between moans, her voice cracking. "Deeper, Max, please... I'm so close."

I felt her pussy start to pulse, clenching around me. I sped up, pounding her hard and steady. Lera came first—sharp, violent, her body shuddering, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loud. The waves of her orgasm squeezed my cock so sweetly I couldn't hold back.

I pulled out and came across her back and ass—hot ropes of cum splattering over her tanned skin. Lera breathed heavily, smiling.

We didn't rush to clean up. She turned to me, pressing her face against my chest. The car sat in the darkness, the wedding still going somewhere far away.

"Six years..." she whispered, tracing a finger along my collarbone. "And I still melt from one look from you. So, coach, think you can drive me home tonight? Like old times. Just without the gym equipment."

I kissed the top of her head, feeling her breathing even out, sleepy.

"I'll drive you. And not just home. We're only getting started, Lera."

She laughed softly, holding me tighter.

"Then let's go... hitchhiking back to the past. Except this time, I'm not letting you go so fast."