This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The mountain hut lay isolated in the darkness, only the pale moon illuminated the snow that gently fell onto the roof. I hadn’t expected this invitation, and yet I had agreed immediately when Lena asked if I wanted to visit her old mountain hut in the Allgäu. It had been a year since I ended my therapy sessions as her client. She had helped me overcome my depression, and I had often wondered how she was doing, if she was happy. And now I sat here, in her cozy living room, feeling like a teenager on his first date.
Lena looked breathtaking, her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. She wore a simple but elegant dress of soft fabric that clung to her curves, her full breasts visible beneath it, and I couldn’t help but stare. My gaze wandered over her body, lingering on her thighs as she moved, and I felt my cock hardening in my pants. I felt caught when she noticed me staring, and quickly looked away, trying to focus on the conversation. We talked about everything and nothing, and I noticed the connection between us was still there, that invisible line that bound us. I told her about my job, my family, and she listened as if I were the only person in the world. Her marriage was in trouble, I knew that, and I could see she was suffering, but she didn’t talk about it. I respected her boundaries, and yet I couldn’t help wondering if I could help her, if I was the one who could help her solve her problems.
The night flew by, and before I knew it, the clock struck midnight. Lena stood up to get us a drink, and I watched her as she went into the kitchen. My heart beat faster as I observed her grace and poise, and my cock throbbed in my pants, a hard, urgent ache. I felt like a young man experiencing his first time, uncertain and excited. When she came back, she sat down next to me, and our knees touched. It was an electrifying moment, and I knew I could no longer hide my feelings. I looked at her, and our eyes met. It was as if the world around us disappeared, and only the two of us remained. She smiled, and I saw the uncertainty in her eyes, the same uncertainty I felt.
I took her hand, and she allowed it. It was a gentle, tender squeeze, but I felt the electricity flowing through my body, a hot tingling that shot straight to my cock. We sat there, hand in hand, looking at each other. The silence was almost tangible, and I could hear our breathing synchronizing. I knew I couldn’t go back, that I had decided to take this step. I leaned forward, and our lips met. It was a soft, tender kiss, but I felt the passion burning in both of us. Our lips parted, and my tongue found its way into her mouth. She tasted sweet and warm, and I felt her breath quicken. We kissed, and the world around us disappeared. I felt free, liberated from all my worries and fears. It was as if I was living for the first time, feeling for the first time.
Our kisses grew hungrier, more demanding. My hand slid over her back, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned softly as my fingers slid down the curve of her ass, and I felt her press against me. I pulled her closer, my other hand moving to her hair, which felt soft. “I want you,” I whispered hoarsely, and she answered with another kiss, deeper, more entwined. “Yes,” she panted, “I want you too.” She stood up, pulling me with her, and we went into the bedroom, our lips barely separated.
In the bedroom, I let my gaze glide over her body. She looked incredible, standing there, her breasts rising under the dress, her nipples hard and clearly outlined. I stepped closer, placed my hands on her hips, and pulled her to me. “I’ve dreamed of you for so long,” I said, and she smiled, a daring smile that made me even harder. “Then take what you want,” she whispered, and I reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly. The fabric fell from her shoulders, and I saw her bare skin, her breasts, trapped in a black lace bra. I pulled off the bra, and her breasts spilled out, full and heavy, her nipples rosy and hard. I leaned forward and took one in my mouth, sucking gently while massaging the other with my hand. She moaned, threw her head back, and her fingers clawed into my hair. “Oh yes,” she panted, “that feels so good.” I sucked harder, bit lightly, and she flinched, a shiver running through her body.
My hands wandered lower, grazing her belly, until I reached the edge of her panties. I slid my fingers underneath, feeling the warmth of her wet pussy. She was already dripping wet, her panties soaked through. “You’re so wet, Lena,” I said, and she smiled, a wild look in her eyes. “I want you, I want your cock,” she whispered, and I pulled her panties off, letting them fall to the floor. She stood naked before me, her body smooth and warm, and her pussy was inviting, her lips slightly parted. I pulled off my shirt, my pants, and she let her gaze glide over my naked body, lingering on my hard, stiff cock. “You’re so big,” she breathed, and I grinned. “Wait until you have it inside you.”
I pushed her onto the bed, and she landed softly, her breasts bouncing, her legs spreading wide. I leaned over her, letting my tongue glide over her breasts, over her belly, until I reached her pussy. It was rosy and wet, her lips swollen, and I saw the glistening juice oozing from her. “Lick me,” she begged, and I followed her command. I dipped my tongue into her, tasting her sweet flavor, her warm, wet juice. She moaned loudly, grabbed my hair, and pressed my face into her pussy. I licked her labia, her clit, which poked out from under its hood, and she flinched at every touch. “Oh God, yes, keep going,” she panted, and I dipped deeper, while rubbing my own cock with my hand, which was
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