Sparks in the Garage
The moment I saw her bent over the old workbench in the chalet’s garage, my cock twitched like it remembered every filthy night we’d spent together years ago. Lena’s tight jeans hugged her round ass, that juicy curve I used to grip while I fucked her senseless. Snow fell heavy outside the mountain chalet, but inside the garage it was just us, the scent of motor oil, pine wood, and her familiar perfume mixing into something dangerously addictive.
“Jake? What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, straightening up fast. Her cheeks flushed pink under the bare bulb swinging overhead. She wiped grease from her hands onto an old rag, but her eyes locked on mine with the same hungry spark I remembered.
“Neighbor called me. Said the generator died again. Figured I’d help before you froze your pretty ass off.” I stepped closer, toolbox in hand, close enough to smell the heat coming off her skin. “Didn’t know it was you renting the place this winter.”
Lena bit her lip, that little tell she always had when she was turned on and trying to hide it. “It’s been three years, Jake. We said we were done.”
“Yeah, well, tell that to my dick.” I set the toolbox down with a clang. My hand brushed her hip as I reached past her for a wrench. She didn’t move away. Instead her breath hitched, tits pressing against that thin thermal shirt, nipples already hard.
“Still such a dirty mouth,” she whispered, but her fingers curled into my flannel shirt, tugging me closer. “God, I missed it.”
I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, bending her back over the workbench. “Then stop talking and let me fuck you like we both want.” My voice was rough, urgent. I yanked her jeans down to her knees in one rough pull, exposing that perfect bare ass and the slick, shaved pussy already glistening between her thighs.
“Jake… fuck, yes,” Lena moaned, pushing back against me. Her hands gripped the edge of the bench as I unzipped, my thick cock springing free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. I rubbed it along her wet slit, coating myself in her juices.
“Still so fucking wet for me. This pussy never forgot, did it?” I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing off the garage walls. She yelped, then laughed breathlessly.
“Shut up and put it in already, you asshole.” Her words broke into a long groan as I thrust forward, burying half my cock inside her tight heat in one stroke. God, she was scorching, silky walls squeezing me like a vice.
I gripped her hips and started pounding, deep and relentless, the workbench creaking under us. Each thrust made her tits bounce, her moans getting louder, dirtier. “Harder, Jake! Fuck my pussy like you mean it!”
The garage filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, her slick sounds, my grunts. I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I railed her. Her legs shook. She came fast, pussy spasming around my dick, a gush of wetness running down her thighs.
“Shit, Lena… you’re creaming all over me.” I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the bench. Tools scattered to the concrete floor with loud clangs. She spread her legs wide, jeans still tangled around one ankle, and I drove back in, this time staring into her eyes.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you cum deep inside me.” We kissed messily, tongues battling while I fucked her with long, powerful strokes. The cold mountain air drifted in from under the garage door, but we were burning up, sweat slicking our skin.
I sucked one of her nipples through her shirt, biting just hard enough to make her cry out. Her second orgasm hit harder. She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy pulsing and milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back.
“Gonna fill you up, baby. Take every drop.” My balls tightened. I slammed in to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her clenching cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, my cum leaking out around my shaft onto the workbench.
After a minute she laughed softly, forehead pressed to mine. “The generator’s still broken, you know.”
I grinned, cock still buried inside her twitching pussy. “Guess I’ll have to stay the night and fix it in the morning. Maybe fuck you again in the shower first.”
Lena squeezed her inner muscles around me, eyes sparkling with fresh mischief. “Only if you promise to bend me over the hood of the car next. I’ve always wanted to get dirty in here.”
“Deal.” I kissed her again, slower this time, already feeling my dick harden for round two while the snow kept falling outside the quiet mountain garage.