Atrapados por la nieve en el chalet

The blizzard howled against the thick timber walls of the mountain chalet, but the heat between us had nothing to do with the roaring fireplace. I’d been watching Sophie for weeks—her tight black skirt hugging that juicy ass every time she bent to serve tables, her knowing smile when our eyes locked. Tonight the storm had emptied the place, leaving just me, the regular bachelor who rented the corner suite, and her.

“Looks like you’re stuck here with me, Mark,” Sophie said, sliding a fresh whiskey across the polished oak bar. Her voice was low, teasing, lips curved in that playful smirk that always made my cock twitch. She was twenty-four, all sun-kissed skin from summer hikes and curves that begged to be touched. “No one’s driving down that pass tonight. Boss said I can crash in the back room… unless you’ve got a better offer.”

I knocked back the drink, feeling the burn match the fire low in my belly. “Better offer? Sophie, I’ve been imagining peeling that uniform off you since the first time you called me ‘regular trouble.’” My hand brushed hers as I set the glass down. Electricity crackled. She didn’t pull away.

Her laugh was soft, breathy. “You think I haven’t noticed how you stare at my legs when I walk away? Or how your eyes drop to my tits when I lean over your table?” She stepped around the bar, hips swaying. The chalet’s warm lamplight made her skin glow. “Maybe I like it. Maybe I’ve been wet thinking about what a bachelor like you would do if we were alone.”

Desire hit me like an avalanche. I stood, pulled her close by the waistband of her skirt. Our mouths crashed together—hot, urgent kisses, tongues sliding, her fingers tangling in my hair. She tasted like mint and red wine. My palms roamed her back, then cupped her firm ass, squeezing until she moaned into my mouth.

“God, you’re hard already,” she whispered against my lips, grinding her hips against the bulge in my jeans. Her hands slid down, stroking me through the denim. “Feel how much I want this.” She guided my fingers under her skirt. No panties. Just slick, shaved pussy, already dripping. I groaned, circling her clit with two fingers while we kissed deeper, slower, breaths mingling.

We stumbled toward the big leather couch by the fire. Clothes flew—her blouse unbuttoned fast, revealing perfect tits with hard pink nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while my fingers kept teasing her wet slit. Sophie arched, gasping.

“Mark… fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop touching me.” Her voice trembled with need. She shoved my jeans down, freeing my thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and veined. Her small hand wrapped around it, stroking with perfect pressure, thumb swirling over the leaking tip. Heat radiated from her skin; every shiver she gave made me throb harder.

I laid her back on the couch, the fire crackling beside us. Her legs spread wide, skirt bunched at her waist. I kissed her again—long, filthy kisses full of tongue and soft bites on her lower lip—while my fingers plunged inside her tight pussy. She was soaked, clenching around me, hips rolling.

“Put it in me,” she begged between kisses, nails raking my shoulders. “I need your cock stretching me right now.”

I positioned myself, rubbing the fat head up and down her slippery folds, teasing her clit until she whimpered. Then I pushed in—slow at first, letting her feel every inch. Her pussy gripped me like velvet heat, so wet the sounds were obscene. Sophie’s eyes fluttered, mouth open in a silent cry.

“Oh shit… you’re so big. Fill me up, Mark. Harder.”

I started thrusting, deep and steady, our bodies slapping together. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass. We kept kissing—messy, breathless kisses that grew frantic as I pounded faster. Her tits bounced with every stroke; I pinched her nipples, making her cry out. Sweat slicked our skin. The scent of her arousal mixed with woodsmoke.

I flipped her over suddenly, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. Her juicy ass looked incredible in the firelight. I slapped it once, lightly, then drove back into her pussy from behind. Sophie pushed back to meet me, moaning loud.

“Yes… right there. Fuck me like that. I’m so close already.”

My hands roamed her back, then reached around to rub her swollen clit while I fucked her deep. Her walls fluttered, tightening. She came hard—shuddering, pussy pulsing around my cock, a rush of fresh wetness coating me. I didn’t stop, riding her through it until her arms gave out and she collapsed onto her elbows.

I slowed, kissing along her spine, hands caressing her hips and the curve of her waist. We stayed joined, rocking gently, skin hot and trembling. The playful teasing returned in her shaky laugh.

“You’re not… done with me yet, are you, bachelor boy?” she panted, glancing back with a wicked grin.

“Far from it.” I pulled out, spun her to face me again, and sat back on the couch. She straddled me, sinking down onto my cock in one smooth motion. This time we moved slower, savoring it. Her arms looped around my neck. We kissed for what felt like forever—deep, lingering kisses while she rolled her hips in lazy circles, grinding her clit against me. My hands explored every inch of her: squeezing her ass, tracing her ribs, cupping her breasts. Shivers raced over her skin each time I brushed her nipples.

The heat built again, slower this time, more intense. Sophie’s breath hitched against my mouth. “I’m gonna come again… don’t stop kissing me.” Our lips stayed locked as her second orgasm hit, her pussy milking my cock in rhythmic waves. That pushed me over. I groaned into her mouth, hips jerking as I pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

We stayed like that, still joined, foreheads touching. The fire popped softly. Outside, wind rattled the windows. Inside, only our ragged breathing filled the room. Sophie’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest. I stroked her damp hair.

Neither of us spoke for a long time. We just listened—to the crackle of logs, the storm fading, and the slowing beat of each other’s hearts against sweat-slick skin. For the first time in years, this bachelor didn’t feel like running.

CATEGORIES: [Bachelor, In the Woods, Mature, Big Cock, Passionate Sex, Hotel, Just the Two of Us]