Mountain Heat: Chalet Secrets (A)

The mountain air, crisp and pine-scented, filled the open chalet, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the city we’d left behind. This was exactly what we needed – a secluded escape, just the two of us, far from the demands of our lives. The kids were blissfully unaware, tucked away with their grandparents, allowing us to indulge in a stolen moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Yesterday, I’d treated myself to a new wardrobe, a collection of barely-there bikinis designed to ignite Guy’s imagination, and this morning, I wore one, a scarlet number that clung to my curves, promising a day of reckless abandon. The mini-pool shimmered under the morning sun, its turquoise water reflecting the azure sky, and as I lay on the edge, basking in its warmth, I caught Guy’s eye from the balcony. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, a silent acknowledgment of my blatant display of sensuality. He immediately reached for his phone, the click of the camera lens a blatant invitation to capture every inch of my exposed skin.

“It’s too hot to wear anything,” he murmured, his voice laced with a playful challenge. It was the perfect excuse, and I obliged, letting my bottoms slide down my hips with a languid, deliberate movement. The scarlet fabric pooled around my legs as I bent over, exposing my perfectly sculpted backside, the tanned skin gleaming in the sunlight. As I lay back, my legs splayed open, inviting him to take a closer look. “Enjoy,” I purred, feeling the thrill of anticipation build within me.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Just wow.” The sound of his admiration sent shivers down my spine. He was already filming, capturing every detail of my body, every flicker of emotion. It felt strangely liberating, knowing that this moment, this raw, uninhibited pleasure, would be preserved for posterity.

“Okay, Guy, I’ll meet you in the water,” I teased, sliding into the cool embrace of the pool. The refreshing water did little to quell the heat radiating from my own body, but it provided a welcome respite from the relentless sun. As I splashed playfully, I turned to face him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Your turn, buddy. Drop ‘em!” I called out, a blatant invitation to join me in our shared indulgence.

He didn’t hesitate. With a grin that promised untold delights, he stripped down, revealing a body sculpted by years of dedication and hard work. The tanned expanse of his chest, the definition in his arms, the sheer power radiating from his physique – it was all a potent combination that ignited a fire within me. He swiftly descended the steps and joined me in the water, his presence immediately dominating my senses. As he got closer, I could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze, and the undeniable pull of his desire.

We moved closer, our bodies brushing against each other in the water. I leaned in, my tits pressing firmly against his muscular chest, and placed a kiss on his firm, erect member. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire being. I caressed his shaft, lifting my left leg and rubbing the sensitive head of his penis against my pussy. “Mmm, that’s nice,” I moaned, lost in the exquisite sensation.

With the buoyancy of the water assisting us, Guy carefully lifted me into his arms, his muscles straining as he supported my weight. He gently guided me towards his mouth, and as we kissed deeply, I felt his arousal intensify. His hands moved down my body, caressing my butt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Gosh… oh, my gosh…” I whispered, unable to contain my mounting excitement. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

He knew exactly what I craved, and he wasn’t about to deny me. With a decisive movement, he began to penetrate me, his hand moving with surprising speed and skill. "Ooooh, that’s good, honey!" I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure. My breasts bounced against his chest, and his hands continued their relentless assault on my sensitive regions. "Gosh… oh, my gosh…” I repeated, lost in a haze of sensation.

Then, remembering my own desires, I shifted my weight, bringing my hips closer to his, and began to stimulate his pleasure. "Okay, Guy, I’ll meet you in the back," I whispered, a playful invitation to explore a different facet of our shared pleasure. He responded with a deep moan, his muscles tensing as he anticipated the change in pace.

As he continued to penetrate me, I shifted my position, allowing him to work his way further inside. The pressure built, intensifying my pleasure, and I lost all sense of control. With a final surge of ecstasy, I climaxed, letting out a primal shriek that echoed through the chalet. “Ohhh, gosh, ohhhh… Oooooh!”

When I finally regained my breath, Guy was still holding me, his body trembling with pleasure. “Home run, babe! That felt and looked so awesome!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. I laughed, a throaty, unrestrained sound that filled the air.

As he recovered, I lay my head on his thigh, content to bask in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. We cooled down together, our bodies intertwined, lost in the quiet joy of our connection. Looking out over the balcony, I caught a glimpse of other vacationers peering into our chalet, their faces filled with envy. It was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of knowing that we had shared a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Guy and I remained naked, basking in the warmth of the sun, as I shifted my position, positioning my tanned buns up, my pink rosebud and my cooch exposed. My hair dropped across my face as I rolled over, but I could still see him hardening as his dick recharges. Good, because I want more of it, all I can get. Slyly, I put my hand under me and massage my clitoris, sending a message to my restless lover. Of course, he doesn’t know I’m watching or that I’m baiting him to get his dick in me again. But thankfully, it works!

He reaches over to me, massages my thighs and butt, and brushes my pussy.
“Mmm, honey, that’s nice.” When he licks his finger and slides it in me, I respond, “Oh, that’s so good, honey. Please… oh, baby, please put your dick in me. Please?”

With my legs slightly apart, he straddle-mounts me from behind and slips into my wetness easily. I love this position because I feel my butt making full contact with his body.
“Mmmm, babe, that’s good.”

He gives me kisses on my back and neck as he thrills my pussy!
“Oh! Oh, Guy, baby, it’s so goooood!” And my ecstasy breaks out! As usual, my orgasm builds pretty quickly, and I cum hard! “Ohhh, gosh, ohhhh… Oooooh!”

Now, I know some women aren’t crazy about anal sex, but I love it under the right conditions, okay? So I say, “Guy? Honey, are you wanting more? The backdoor is open; I want to feel you in my ass.”

Guy takes only a moment to drop saliva from his mouth to my anus, then rubs the head of his cock on my anus. Oooooh. My sphincter relaxes, and from the same straddle position, in goes the head.
“Oh, stop! Just a minute… okay, more… ow, slowly… oh, yeah,” and in he goes. Listening to my moans as he inches in, soon he’s pumping me steadily but carefully, making sure I’m being pleasured and not just rammed. I’ve learned to enjoy this mix of pleasure and pain; it adds an intensity that excites the senses!

It’s intense for Guy, too; I’m much tighter there, and he’s not ready to cum yet. So after only a few minutes, we stop and relax, then rinse off our steamy bodies under the outside shower, gather our swimwear, and go inside for lunch. After a well-deserved nap, we clean up and get our new duds on, and at 7 pm, we head downtown to mingle, eat, and check out the sights.

Look for Part 2 soon!

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