Forbidden Masquerade at the Chalet

The mountain chalet was buried in snow, the fireplace crackled, and Lena and I had been playing "truth or dare" for three hours already. Her husband had driven into town for groceries and gotten stuck there until morning—she'd just admitted that herself, laughing. I watched her sitting across from me in a thin sweater, her nipples already pressing through the wool from the cold and from the fact that I hadn't looked away. Lena caught my gaze, wet her lips, and said softly:

"Your turn, neighbor. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I answered, feeling the growing tightness in my pants.

She gave me that smile—the one that always stole my breath back home when we'd say hi by the elevator.

"Then put on my clothes. Everything I'm wearing right now. And don't take them off until I say so."

My heart slammed so hard I heard it in my ears. Lena stood up and pulled her sweater over her head. Underneath was a lace bra, deep burgundy, cradling her heavy, full breasts. She unbuttoned her skirt, slid it down her hips along with her tights. She was left in just her underwear and tall wool socks. The scent of her skin—warm, with a hint of vanilla and a turned-on woman—hit me like a freight train.

"Go on," she whispered, holding out the clothes. "Or are you scared, married man?"

I stood up. Stripped down to my boxers and started putting on her things. The sweater was tight, clinging to my chest and shoulders, smelling of her sweat and perfume. The skirt barely fastened around my hips, the fabric sliding strangely against my skin. I pulled the tights on slowly, feeling Lena's eyes on my fully hard cock, which didn't fit in her lace panties and bulged out in a thick mound.

"Fuck, that's so hot…" she breathed, stepping closer. Her fingers trailed over my thighs, wrapped in her tights. "You're in my panties. Which are wet, by the way. I started dripping the second you put them on."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. The skirt rode up, and my cock, escaping from the lace, pressed into her stomach.

"You want me to fuck you while wearing your own underwear?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Yes…" Lena reached for my lips, biting my bottom one. "But first—get on your knees. Suck my tits through the bra you're wearing."

I dropped down. Her breasts were right in front of my face. I grabbed them through the lace, squeezed, pulled her hard nipple into my mouth along with the fabric. Lena moaned, threading her fingers through my hair, pressing me closer.

"Deeper… suck like it's your favorite flavor… Oh fuck, it's so weird and so goddamn hot seeing you in my skirt…"

I licked and nibbled until she started grinding her soaked pussy against my leg, leaving wet streaks on the tights. Then she pulled back abruptly, turned around, and got on all fours on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Her ass was perfect—round, firm, already glistening with her juices.

"Take my panties off with your teeth," she ordered, looking over her shoulder. "And then slide right in. I can't wait anymore."

I leaned down, caught the thin strip between my teeth, and pulled them down. Her pussy opened up—pink, swollen, coated in thick clear slick. I ran my tongue along the entire length, from clit to asshole, and Lena shuddered all over.

"Don't lick… just fuck me already, in that stupid skirt of yours… I want to feel you pounding me while you're in my tights."

I got on my knees, hiked her skirt up around my waist, and drove my cock in to the balls in one thrust. Lena cried out, arching her back. Her walls gripped me hot and tight, pulsing around me.

"Oh fuck… so thick… deeper, come on, harder!"

I fucked her rough, slapping my hips against her ass. Every thrust made her tits swing, her nipples rubbing against the rug. My borrowed sweater rode up, the tights stretched to their limit. Lena reached back, grabbing my balls through the fabric.

"You're such a fucking neighbor…" I growled, speeding up. "Husband's in town, and here you are, spreading your pussy for me in your own clothes."

"Because I've wanted this all year…" she moaned between thrusts. "Every time I saw you in the hallway… I imagined you fucking me… And now you're in my panties, my skirt, and you're tearing me apart with that cock… Cum inside me, you hear me? I want to feel you flood my pussy with your hot sperm…"

I flipped her onto her back and climbed on top. Lena's legs wrapped around my waist, the heels of her abandoned boots digging into my ass. We kissed greedily, almost biting. I fucked her deep, feeling my head slam against her cervix. Her clit rubbed against the base of my cock with every stroke.

"I'm close…" she breathed into my mouth. "Don't stop… harder…"

Her body arched, her pussy clamping down hard, milking me. Lena screamed, her nails raking my back through the sweater. I couldn't hold back—I shot deep, thick, hot streams, filling her to the brim. We shook together until the last drops spilled out.

Then we just lay there, breathing heavy. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, her cum slowly leaking from her open pussy onto the rug. Lena traced a finger along my cheek, smiling lazy and satisfied.

"Your turn to choose… truth or dare?"

"Dare," I answered, feeling my cock already hardening again inside her.

"Then strip everything off… and fuck me without your little costume. But next time… I'm wearing your jeans and your shirt. And you're going to eat me out through them."