This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The cable car crawled up the steep slope, its monotonous jerking swaying my body against the wooden seat. I sat alone in the open car, the cool mountain air brushing across my face and making the hairs on my neck stand up. The scent of pine resin and damp moss filled my lungs as my gaze drifted over the passing rock formations. But then, like an electric shock, my eye caught a familiar profile in the next car. Lena. Her dark hair blew in the wind, her shoulders straight and confident. I remembered every single movement of hers – the way she held her weapon, precise and without hesitation, the way she gave orders, curt and clear. My cock twitched involuntarily in my pants when I saw her. I stood up, my legs slightly unsteady from the motion of the car, and walked over to her.
“Lena?” I asked, my voice hoarser than intended. She turned around, her green eyes widening in surprise, then a smile spread across her full lips. We hugged, and I felt her body press against me – her breasts, firm under the wool fabric of her jacket, her pelvis briefly bumping against my thigh. My heart hammered against my ribs. “Sit with me,” she said, and I obeyed, dropping onto the bench beside her. She talked about her missions, about nights in the field, about camaraderie. I barely listened, my gaze fixed on her lips, how they opened and closed, on the little cleft in her upper lip. My pants tightened as she laughed, a deep, throaty sound that shot straight into my groin. I felt my cock harden, pressing against the zipper, and I had to spread my legs slightly to ease the pressure. The cable car climbed higher, and every curve made our shoulders touch. I could smell her scent – soap, sweat, something spicy that was uniquely her. My palm grew damp as I fought the urge to just grab her and press her against the wall of the car.
When the car stopped at the summit, we stood up. The air was icy, clear as crystal, and below us lay the valley in all its splendor. Lena pulled her coat tighter around her, her nipples showing through the fabric. “Here, take my jacket,” I said, my voice rough. I helped her into it, letting my hands glide over her shoulders, down her back. Under the fabric, I felt the hard line of her spine, the curve of her ass. A tingle shot across my skin as my fingers briefly brushed over the roundness of her buttock. She didn’t flinch, just slowly turned around and looked at me. Her eyes were dark, her pupils dilated. We walked to the edge of the summit, our footsteps crunching on the gravel. I stood close beside her, my shoulder touching hers. The wind blew her hair into my face, and I inhaled deeply. My arousal was now painful, my cock throbbing against the fabric of my pants, a hard, thick rod demanding freedom.
I put my arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me. She leaned back, her weight against me, her ass pressing against my thigh. I felt the warmth of her body through the clothes, and my hand moved lower, over her belly, down to her pelvis. She turned her head, her lips close, just a centimeter away. Her eyes challenged me, spoke a silent, wild language. “Lena,” I whispered, and then I leaned in and kissed her. It started softly, tenderly, a light play of lips. But then she opened her mouth, and her tongue swept over my lower lip, and I lost control. I pulled her tighter against me, pressing my hard cock against her back as my tongue entered her mouth. She tasted of coffee and something sweet, and I drank her in greedily. My hand moved from her hip upward, over her ribs, to her breast. I cupped it, felt the firm roundness under the fabric, and squeezed. She moaned into my mouth, a deep, vibrating sound that shot through my entire body.
We broke apart, both breathless. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. “We’re alone,” she said, her voice husky. “The next car doesn’t come for an hour.” I looked around – the summit was empty, just rocks and sky and us. A hot shiver ran down my spine. “I want you, Lena,” I said, my words direct and dirty. “I want to feel my cock in your cunt.” She laughed softly, but her gaze was serious. “Then take me,” she said, and in her eyes was something wild, something I recognized. She turned around, walked to a flat rock formation at the edge of the forest. She bent over, propping her hands on the stone, her ass presenting itself to me in an inviting curve. I stepped behind her, my hands trembling with lust. I pulled off her coat, then pulled her sweater up. Underneath, she wore a thin cotton shirt, which I pushed over her shoulders. Her skin was pale, with freckles on her shoulders. I leaned forward, kissing her back, along the line of her spine, while my hands moved to her pants. The button opened easily, the zipper slid down, and I pulled the jeans over her hips, letting them fall to her ankles.
She wore a black thong, clinging tightly to the curve of her ass. Between her legs, a dark, damp spot showed. I groaned at the sight. I knelt behind her, my hands on her hips, my face just inches from her ass. I pulled the thong down slowly, letting it glide over her knees. Her cunt was bare, the labia plump and pink, glistening with her moisture. The scent of her desire rose to my nose – salty, earthy, incredibly feminine. I leaned in and dipped my tongue into her, a long, broad stroke from bottom to top. She twitched, moaned loudly, and I felt her pussy open up, wanting more. I licked her greedily, drinking her juice, my nose buried in her dark hair. My tongue played with her clit, a small, hard pearl that swelled under my touch. She trembled all over, her hands clawing at the stone. “Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck me already, you bastard.”
I straightened up, my pants now too tight. I opened them with trembling fingers, letting them fall to the ground. My cock sprang out, hard and thick, the glistening tip beaded with a drop of precum. I grasped it, guiding the head to her wet cunt.
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